Father’s Days
Teach all day, then build all night
You answer all the questions
And wire the house for light.
Framing up another room
You make our house a home,
To me you hung the moon
It’s light would frame your face
As sun slips low behind the trees
And the sky fills with stars
You stand beside me,
My tricycle gleams,
A sliver of moon high above
I ask you why the moon is broke
You answer me with love.
You explain how the earth is spinning
Shadows are thrown by the sun
The sun is the center of our galaxy
The moon controls our oceans.
And now, though time has spun
So fast for a six year old girl
At sixty eight years of Father’s Days,
You still bring light to my world.
6/15/25
KW