The Fathers

Some let their children fly Free as the birds in the sky Others spare the rod A few left them on their own Still others are always in between. They weave their different ways of authority In accordance with the thought Where their love would be best served Others complement the love of mothers Still others want absolute authority Over the family. Some fathers, unfortunately Renounce their rights Give up as fathers voluntarily Leaving their children to trail The storms and darkness of life. Oh, how lucky and happy Those children who are sheltered In the arms of their loving fathers They could wrestle with life better Knowing they have someone To fall back on later. Yet, we must always love Our fathers no matter what It is one of God's commands We are not here by chance We were all made From a capsule of love At a given God's time. Copyright 2017, Rose Marie Juan- Austin, All Rights Reserved