Wrote on Father's Day, 2011.
She smiles and my name is said with such unbound glee. Though not the one I was born with, this one that holds more meaning. Alike her brother too will call it though in harmonized repeat like waves in slow repetition. As his bare feet slap surface and he approaches. The understanding of it's meaning escapes me for the moment, though my heart knows it's significants, my mind can't wrap around it. They hold the key to my day and in their actions can build me up or break me. But when happy I too am happy, the world's a warmer place. In thought alone, I then reflect on my comings and my goings. My name is mentioned in parting sorrow and in joyful arrival. My name eluded then, bright illuminated now. I know my greater purpose. To teach them of moral and respect, to teach of right and wrong. My goal is to teach them to love, as another FATHER shows me. Though I may often falter, I am my children's "Daddy" as they so heartwarmingly remind me.
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