Our Father’s Love
Some humans
yell from rooftops on high
Of the great
love they feel for a precious new child.
Any why not?
Let them
declare it, if the feelings be so.
Shout it out
loud and let the universe know.
Some take
pen and paper to hand
To write of
deep fondness- the type
speech can’t command.
Others find
it too hard to say
Those three
words I love you- it is just not their way.
Your love
for your children was shy but true
And this is
what we’ll remember of you.
You’ve
soared away now
To that
“haven of rest”
Over Cork’s
charming hills
In “the land
of the west.”
But before
you departed
As I kissed
your pale brow
A
realisation emerged
That still
stays with me now:
Each
father’s love uses a different colour,
And no
one canvas dyes better than the other.
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