Oh Father, My Father
The man we look to in need
Who holds the ceiling aloft
From crashing and smashing us below
Oh Father, My Father
Furrowed brows define the wrinkled smile
Accenting the whitening hairs upon face and head
Weathered hands with aging spots
Oh Father, My Father
How the world revolves around you
How the room grows silent upon your entrance
Demanding attention with a subtle nod and twinkled eye
Oh Father, My Father
You fixed my bike when I was but nine
Taught me to shave at seventeen
The man who taught me right and wrong
Oh Father, My only Father
Whose office was always warm
Whose lap was always welcoming
Oh Father, My Father
Thank You