a Father’s day poem

Fathers they are

They are the protectors of good
the slayers of evil

a keeper of justice
and the one whose ground he stood

They are the superman to a little boy

the knightly prince to a little girl
a bastion of hope
and protector of joy

They are the mechanics love

the embers of passion
a lover to their woman
and a lighthouse to above

They are the craftsmen of the future

the instructors of a better life
an example of inspiration
and the bedrock of nurture

They are who we call father and dad

the privileged ones, the blessed
and if only having one is allowed
of this, I am glad

– unknown author
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