“Husband, Father, Son”

By: Shannon Brown

The waves of worry
Come crashing down around him
He’s drowning, he must hurry.

Time is slipping between each finger
He thinks of his wife and daughter
What they think of him
The thoughts, they always linger

He works and prays
Until he’s tired to the core
But what he doesn’t realize
Is what we should often say more

We love you,

We couldn’t be more proud
Of the things, he does each day and night
To hold his family tight.

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