In my fathers hands he holds
my future, my past, my present
He holds my aspirations and my hope
He holds me, my world
On the burden of a thousand centuries
Our father, and our fathers father. Farther back
They all have a common thread
They did anything and everything for their children
Protected us faithfully yet showed us the world
He showed us that hard work gets you anywhere
Freely he shares words of wisdom
And seldom does he spare his love
Oh father, never turn your gentle cheek.
Oh and don't straw to far into the jawlines of despair.
For i am following behind you slowly , steady and quiet
Don't tread too disatrously into the frills in the drops of sweat that crease upon your brow after a hard day of work
Please don't forget that i am watching every step you take so that i can follow the same
My little feet and impressionable brain can only move so fast
Ad i mature and grow into a teen then adult i continue to follow and learn
to watch your scraped hands never leave
AND SO ODE To you on your own special day. For being there and everywhere else at the same time. My feet and hands are sure to do the same. Thanks dad.