Father
by Kathy Stemke
His sanctuary’s found at sea
With nature he is one
He sails with the wind on silent waves
And his spirit is free
Eyes bluer than the bluest ocean
Gaze, lost in thought
Wistfully, he ponders unfulfilled dreams
And questions the success of his life
If only he knew....
How I feel
Shakespeare, Einstein, Da Vinci, Bach,
To name just a few great men
Father,
Their merits are meaningless and trite
when compared to you.
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