I wrote this little tribute to new Fathers all over the world. I was inspired by Eric Alagan and his 55 word flash fiction you should go and see his poem Father here .
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Father
His hands are too big,
Like his heart and the love he has to give .
His fear is tangible but he holds the baby
His own his son a leader of men …maybe.
This life these eyes dependent on him
My boy my lad his heart begins to sing.
She just smiles as she watches.
willowdot21 
Apr 14, 2013 @ 10:02:35
Willow dear,
As I mentioned earlier – so beautiful and all the more that I know the back story in your life that birthed these words.
Peace and blessings,
Eric
Apr 14, 2013 @ 11:59:04
Thank you for your support. 😉
Apr 14, 2013 @ 11:55:31
a fathers love and hopes describes perfectly. Sweet Willow.. xx Pen xx
Apr 14, 2013 @ 12:00:02
it’s another memory , Pen I just don’t know why they are all flooding in! But I shall complain. xxx
Apr 14, 2013 @ 12:02:23
No complaints, 🙂 memories shared are a blessing… and sometimes can open our eyes to a better understanding… xxxx
Apr 14, 2013 @ 13:17:24
yes that is true.
Apr 14, 2013 @ 13:55:39
So tender, Willow. Gorgeous!
Apr 14, 2013 @ 14:03:15
Thank you Angela. X
Apr 15, 2013 @ 10:58:10
Thank you it was written about, the time our first born was taken out of his incubator ( he had been ill at birth and had been in an incubator for about eight days)and handed to his father for the very first time! 😉
Apr 15, 2013 @ 14:52:43
Hope you don’t mind but I’ve reblogged this as its so poignant
Apr 15, 2013 @ 14:59:43
Of course I don’t mind it was a memory of our first born. I’m just glad that you liked it. X
Apr 22, 2013 @ 22:16:05
this poem touch me, it made me missed my father…
Apr 23, 2013 @ 06:20:22
Father’s are a special thing.