father poems

Fathers can be solitary mountains,

All their love rock-like, steep, and strong.

Though warm and caring, somehow they belong

Halfway home to mothers' bubbling fountains.

Each of us needs love that knows no quarter,

Reminding us of bonds that cross a border,

Strengthening our sense of right and wrong.

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How lucky to have had so good a father!

On us his warm, unstinting sun long shone.

We were, of his hardworking life, the center,

Loved for the pure joy of love alone.

Uncanny are the requisites of pleasure,

Coming as they do within the will.

Knowing well where lay his greatest treasure,

Years on years of love he labored still.