Fathers Day

Filaments of feeling permanently persist unsnapped, Accrued from the caring concern my father cultivated Throughout my growing years distraught in disarray. Hope was a beacon he always kept flashing for me, Ensuring to light up the course of my life in dark times. Reassured, I took the journey to reach where I’m today, Seeing what I’ve achieved he’d be happy in heaven. Down the memory lane as I walk the last mile, I see Astride the sand of time his footprints beside mine, and I Yearn to hold his hand, so he takes me where he is now. May 15, 2021 Contest : A Tribute To Fathers Sponsor : L. Milton Hankins