from the Father

from the Father

by liz peterson-braveheart



as Love’s child He gives

you all the gifts your heart

can feel,


take time in life

make them real,

for yesterday’s


 shadows are scratching



as the hands of a

sculptor they mold

your young life,

and like a chameleon,


matching my ways,

you’ll grow wiser


as your poised reflection competes,


and fathers pass quietly away.