He came home with a heavy step <br /> and took a little rest. <br /> His hands like branches offering <br /> a nook for children's nest. <br /> <br /> Awareness of security <br /> Blossomed when dad was near. <br /> Brave captain of his little boat <br /> He sailed it without fear. <br /> <br /> And when dark clouds obscured the sun <br /> And stormy waves grew high, <br /> His wife's and children's eyes like stars <br /> Showed way upon his sky... <br /> <br /> The ways of life like seasons change, <br /> Some stay as memories... <br /> Polluted highways run today <br /> Where once we planted trees. <br /> <br /> A shadow falls across the gap <br /> Where people lost each other. <br /> For every father has a child <br /> - Not every child a father.....<br /><br />Hana Gerzanic-Hons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fathers-day/
