It doesn’t seem like Father’s Day today,

The sun has risen, soft winds now rock the trees

Much like the hand upon those cradle days

Which lingers on in blissful memories.

My children are now gone with lives their own

Yet still I hear their laughter on the stairs;

I see their playful images have flown

To follow hopes and dreams unto the stars.

So aches the heart that causes tears to fall,

So falls the rain that makes sweet flowers grow,

So comes the snow that blankets over all,

So passes time … I know, I know, I know.

Some years ago sweet doves from home embarked;

Their shadowed wings still flutter in my heart.