Being a Dad, an Effort so Humble
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Jun 19, 2021
A poem at sunset.
I glanced back and saw what I had sown
ample hearts of chivalry grown.
Like valiant butterflies their lives light and carefree
they leave me in awe of what they might come to be.
A crooked finger of learning I held a light
struggling to weave them through a darkened night.
Undeterred, they grew honest and straight
thundering through life at opportunity’s gate.
Now I stand as my life’s sun begins to set
in wonder I watch them without regret.
Blessed was I to nurture their way.
Blessed am I as their dawn finds a new day.
It is in our children we see the definition of ourselves. — K Farran
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