Fatherhood

Son Tate and Daughter Aris

A special gift lies on the wind

for each man who dares the blunder

Then rolls the dice to pay the price

to both touch and feel this wonder

 

As then one finds the reason why

that has thus far been so hidden

Endless the loads that walk life’s roads

with the fear that was unbidden

 

Therein lies the conundrum

which we know our hearts to command

Now it will be for us to see

how well the ship of life be manned

 

Our lives have no greater calling

then to comfort a poor child’s tears

Truth shows clearer through the mirror

for he who shares these hopes and fears

 

But oh the sounds of fatherhood

how narre they touch to the heart

Laughter and tears pour from the years

for each of us who play his part

 

Author's Note

Life doesn't reveal the secrets of the heart until you look in the eyes of your own child!
One thing I can say about children is that no one can take them from you. If you raise them in love they will be the things of beauty by which you judge yourself and find you're not wanting. Happy Fathers Day all!

Reviews

[Tommy]

I have yet to experience this wonderful wonder; but I see how my brother stands stead for his family. The worries he is starting to show around his eyes as his two girls grow, and his son is growing in his wives belly. For he knows it is up to him to raise these children; he works so hard to give them it all, from working from light till dark, to playing with dolls. He is a wonderful father! I then look in my father's eyes as he sees how my brother lives for his family, and I can see his pride shining through. I hope to someday feel this joy, like you said, "Our lives have no greater calling."

Fine Write my friend!
RLG,
Tommy

[Marie Harrison]

Perhaps you are right. There is hope for those that adopt to I believe. What a tribute to Fathers around the world. Beautiful Tate!

[Rory CJ Frankson]

for each of us who play their part

What a perfect end line... to experience your children through the eyes of their experience. It just brings it all right back to the picture of them playing on a sunny day beach. Like you are sitting right there and watching (in this case taking the picture) and involved whole heartedly in the moment of their joy. Just as equally when you are there suffering through their pain... Awesome.

Once again Tate I suffer just a little not ever having the blessing of my own children. It helps that I have my Great nephew Jessy here living with me and at seven he is a blast, and a pain at times when he won't eat, or go to bed without a fight. Overall he is a great little guy. In that sense I get it, and love the sentiment your poem strives to arrange so succinctly and with an elegance only a father may own. Once again you reach that honest rendition of a responce to such an important attatchment to the preciousness as they will never be little like this again...

Write On / Right On! Peace Ro

[Workingonit!!]

Beautiful sentiment and a high tribute to fathers everywhere! Being a parent is really hard work and you really don't know the depths of real love until you embrace and bond with your own children! The greatest joys and pains known to man come in the form of parenting.. and also from the bond of childhood with our own parents. I sure miss my father (as well as grandparents).. after all all family has their own unique bond with every member of a family. This was full of love and wisdom.. thank you for sharing it!

[Helen Woodward]

I wish that more fathers would take their job seriously. Your wording here is wonderful, it is a well-planned and written poem...you made your point with satisfaction of that I'm sure :-)

[Kelley]

This was a great poem Tate I really like the line "Truth shows clearer through the mirror" classic line to me. This is why we live,this is why we fight to share our talent. Beauty only last as long as we are young but art is forever.

[E.H. Monroe]

The luck in your life is unreal, brother.
Mine never got that far. Never came out properly, or at all.
The envy I have is overwhleming because I was ready for the feeling and never got it roll full circle. That mirror has to be a reflection of the greatest gifts you have.
Until that greater calling comes around, some of us have to look to the brightness of those around us and just hope.

[Frantzuu]

Another great poem by you. Being a father is one of the greatest things that could happen to a man, but it seams like now days a lot of men take it for granted, and at the same time some wish for that honor. This is a very touching piece of poetry again. Thanks for sharing. :D

[Stacey]

You know that I love this and it makes me misty! This is beautiful Tate. I look back and I believe in this wonderfulm, but I walk the wondeful alone, no one by my side to say remember this, remember that...someone to chuckle with as you watch your young mature. Wonderful write and as always I am overwhelmed by your words! Stacey

[Dream Weaver]

I can relate. You have an amazing piece of emotive art here.
Wonderfully penned my friend...