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

by-gone

 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.

 

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