All that we have we cannot hold
Our material time, the physical seeds we sow
The impermanence of touch, life filled with words,
All things we learned from what most hurts
It’s only human to want, and grieve
From the depths of hollow need
But the One true thing we keep is the love
We know we must set free
It is a star in the dark of night
The beautiful memories’ shining light
No wish or want or need to be told
Cherish what hands cannot but the heart
The mind and eyes behold,
A star in a heaven made of gold...

That’s a father’s Love
Not to believe in but Know.