Father of Forever

For my husband.

I thought about awarding you with father of the year, 

But what an insufficient tittle that would be, my dear, 

To diminish what you have become, 

And confine the molecular change of your being 

To twelve meagre months, 

When who you are now means being present 

To ward off every nightmare, every fear. 

How about father of the moment, of the hour, 

Spending every second by her side, 

A rock, a compass, a friendly face, 

The only constant in this ephemeral place. 

There to inspire, there to empower. 

An open door, an invitation 

A love story with no expiration. 

These titles are good, however, 

I think I'll go with Father of Forever.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think that last title befits this poem so well. He sounds like a marvelous guy.
j.