The Silhouettes of Kings

A Father's Day Poem...

Today we honor the Silhouettes of Kings,
Bow to fore fathers' ancestrial strings.
Consider our roots and family trees,
Ponder sur names and what might not be,
Give good tidings to paternal love,
Be truly thankful to the Father above.

A seed was once planted in hopes of you,
A farmer familiar, his crop 9 months due,
He was there at your harvest, to welcome you in,
To provide a foundation, a comfortable den,
Life was less brutal, so much to learn,
Fertiilzed with love, wisdom, discern.

He cultivates his garden, with firm hand and hoe,
His greatest joy realized watching you grow.
A light to guide you, show you the way.
A pillar of strength to counter a sway,
A fortress of truth, an army of one,
A bastian of comfort second to none.

And when life's a struggle, and formidable foe,
He's there to provide you a place to go.
Seek shelter in him from sporadic storms,
The swelter of sin and deviant swarms,
He protects you from pillage, violence and fret,
He's there to console you, share life's regrets.

And when his work's done and he's long gone to bed,
His vision reminds you, a ghost in your head,
Life is no garden that grows on it's own.
It needs to be plowed, painstakingly sewn.
Without nurture and love, compassion and toil,
Life's a quagmire of unfertile soil.
It's fathers who remind us the price we must pay,
So honor your dad this Father's Day.


Copyright © June 2009
Kevin Mooney