A father is only capable of giving what he has, and what he knows. A good father gives all of himself that is good.
Happy Father's Day to the dads! We are going to New Hampshire to see my father-in-law. Here's a poem for the holiday:
Whose Mouth Do I Speak With
by Suzanne Rancourt
I can remember my father bringing home spruce gum.
He worked in the woods and filled his pockets
with golden chunks of pitch.
For his children
he provided this special sacrament
and we’d gather at this feet, around his legs,
Read the rest here
The Poetry Friday round-up is at Carol's Corner. Thanks, Carol!