Father's Day

Father's Day Every day is Father's Day Dad grew old and frail in natural order we fear War and age created gaps in time, holes in reason Added to detraction's on his decline Generations formed coalitions without permission Things come into existence for a time We are the children by him and by his side Who grew, arms and legs, solid foundations Creation, with other supports, sometimes failed We grew our own gaps, holes in reason, ways to end By digging in the wrong direction Then, hung with vigilance, understanding, change Clinging to hope like virgins in May Waiting for what may come our way Dad survives purely on love in poor health Between you and me, he feels the power We are his children, his pillars of support No matter what the pain or cost Old, collapsed, an ancient structure Falling our way one last time We catch and hold him up in honor As pillars on either side to do just that