The Art of Being a Father
Fathers are distant yet near.
The good ones do what they have to do before doing what they want to do.
They pick you up and hold you high.
They watch over you quietly from the sidelines.
They try to avoid distractions and temptation.
They try to be better than their fathers
Whether they were bad or good
And although they may not express it all that well or all that often...
Their love for you is constant
It follows you
Wherever you go
Wherever you are
Close your eyes
Return to your earliest memory
You are taking your first steps
And even though he is on the other side of the room
He is ready to run and catch you
If you fall somewhere in the middle
Where everything happens
Sometimes you make it into his arms
Other times he reaches out and grabs you
Breaking your fall
This plays on again and again
As life throws you up and down
And as your father remains there
Ready to catch you
Even when he has gone
The good ones do what they have to do before doing what they want to do.
They pick you up and hold you high.
They watch over you quietly from the sidelines.
They try to avoid distractions and temptation.
They try to be better than their fathers
Whether they were bad or good
My Dad - #26
And although they may not express it all that well or all that often...
Their love for you is constant
It follows you
Wherever you go
Wherever you are
Close your eyes
Return to your earliest memory
You are taking your first steps
And even though he is on the other side of the room
He is ready to run and catch you
If you fall somewhere in the middle
Where everything happens
Sometimes you make it into his arms
Other times he reaches out and grabs you
Breaking your fall
This plays on again and again
As life throws you up and down
And as your father remains there
Ready to catch you
Even when he has gone
Happy Father's Day to all the Dads here and gone.
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