| Fathers |
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Fathers come in all sizes, Colours, and creeds. They worry about family, Food, and basic needs. They might build a bird house Or doll house, or such; Might fix a tree house, With window box touch. When something is broken, It's father we call. He can fix anything; Hinges and all. He knows where the oil goes That does the most good; Can even dress wounds Like a fine doctor would. He knows about airplanes and Hot wheels, and trains; Can build a great model Of most anything! He know how to fish And he'll bait you a hook That will make that big fish Take a long second look! Fathers understand life, That it should not be wasted! He warns and instructs you, Before you have tasted. He know about living. He knows about souls; Helps you develop A worthy goal. Sometimes, he is tough, If that's what it takes To keep us from making Colossal mistakes. He knows how to make A life worth the living, To give all he's got and Keep right on giving. When Fathers get old, God takes them to Heaven. He has it all planned, For the work they are given. For, God knows a Father Could never do 'nothing'. So, He shows them the warehouse And gets them to looking. For, fathers are gifted In so many ways! Think what they can do In an endless day! I imagine them smiling From ear to ear, Fixing things perfect In a land without fear. Down here, fathers worry; There's so much stress. But, there, they won't even Be put to a test! They'll just use all their talents For projects they love And add to the beauty Of that land above! |
| © 2004 by Joan Clifton Costner |
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