The Heart of a Father

When I was just a little girl My mother went away. she departed in the night, packed, fled without delay. I really didn't mind so much; she was not really nice. She possessed a heart of stone; it really was like ice. The only thing that bothered me was a promise she'd commit, that when I was eight years old, she'd teach me how to knit. Then one day, I was surprised, Daddy gave me such a look. He'd bought some needles and some yarn and a learn-to knitting book. So we sat down, the three of us, my sister, me and Dad and all THREE did learn to knit. Oh, what a time we had! Now that I am all grown up, I've learned many other things, but the lesson he taught that day still pulls at my heart strings. I have learned that "he" and "she" don't matter, not a bit. A father's love transcends all things; naught else matters, not a whit.