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.
An old fathers day poem from 2013
Jun 21, 2015 @ 17:44:44
This is really beautiful Willow, happy father’s day!
Jun 21, 2015 @ 17:56:17
Thank you and I hope you have had a good one too! ❤
Jun 21, 2015 @ 17:54:46
A beautiful poem.. 🙂
Jun 21, 2015 @ 17:55:48
Thank you 🙂
Jun 21, 2015 @ 17:58:59
^.^/
Jun 21, 2015 @ 18:01:31
❤
Jun 21, 2015 @ 19:16:56
Beautiful Willow. Thank You.
Jun 21, 2015 @ 20:59:35
🙂
Jun 21, 2015 @ 19:50:50
Soul stirring, Willow. Thank you! Love, Amy ❤
Jun 21, 2015 @ 20:59:02
Glad you liked it. ❤ ❤
Jun 22, 2015 @ 06:52:36
Absolutely lovely, Willow.
Jun 22, 2015 @ 13:15:59
Thank you
Jun 22, 2015 @ 11:51:53
It’s beautiful 🙂 thanks for sharing
Jun 22, 2015 @ 13:15:06
My pleasure 🙂