To Honor the Fathers:
When I was scared of thunderstorms looming,
into my room, my Dad would come zooming.
When I was mad and full of hate,
Jell-O just happened to appear on my plate.
My Dad was one who knew the ropes.
He dreamed our dreams, he hoped our hopes.
He taught us to stay on that narrow line,
but to respect others of a different mind.
He showed us some of the best times we had.
I love him dearly. He's my Dad.
FranzJ commented on To Honor the Fathers:
11-10-2009
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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