He stood by me in every little way
Kissed my bruises when I fell down on my knees,
He carried me when I am tired to walk
And fed my soul with his golden hands.
He whipped me with his hand when I did wrong
Poked me up when I stupify things out of control,
He grabbed away things that will harm me
And pushed me safe when harm comes along...
He cracked good jokes intellectually
He sung a song I will never forget that in my heart,
He rhymed words meaningfully and philosophically
In my mind and heart he is the best!
How many sons and daughters stood afront their father's grave?
Giving respect to the things he sacrificed and gave,
Thanking him for his unending claim
Of forever be there, his love remains...!
(Happy Fathers Day...Lucky are those who sitll have their fathers with them and lucky are the fathers who can still be with their kids...Be thankful.)
Inner Whispers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-love-remains/
