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R. K. Hart

(Australia)

A Fathers Words To His Child.


Children are the gentle breezes for which parents plea.
They come they play around us then they flee.
We would hold them to our breast,
Protecting against all of life's dreadful tests.

You teach and doggedly hold.
But the day must come when they break from the mold.
With resounding break of a parental heart.
They step away, a life of their own to start.

I watched a beautiful young woman as she stepped the isle.
With maids surrounding she flashes her parents a comforting smile.
Where is the tomboy, who bowled the boys out?
And where is our back yards loudest shout.

God gives such gifts to unworthy types like me,
Here is my wealth, this is my treasury.
Even though she resides within another man's walls,
There's a part of me that remembers the mischievous calls.

My baby has grown into a woman of great strength, for sure.
And has a man that adores her, what's more.
She faces life's challenges with a tigress's might.
Amazing to watch this fearsome sight.

From porcelain doll with features so fine
To beautiful warrior princess in such a short space of time.
But remember should God give me the wisdom to listen,
I have a broad shoulder when a tear upon cheek should glisten.

So my blessing, my love, and many hours of prayer, are given to you.
Pass your battles to Jesus and He will see you through.
May days a soft breezes, gentle sunlight, and summer flowers,
Along with sweet family laughter, encompass your waking hours.

Submitted: Thursday, September 13, 2012
Edited: Thursday, September 26, 2013

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Written to a daughter years ago.

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  • Shahzia Batool (6/7/2013 11:59:00 PM)

    really strong and heartfelt poem, how parents show their selfless love:

    I have a broad shoulder when a tear upon cheek should glisten. (Report) Reply

  • Margaret Haig (9/15/2012 4:17:00 AM)

    Beautiful Ray, you love your children so much, at times they cause much pain and agony thru behaviour, health, lack of thankfulness, but once they come to that point they shine thru their appreciation at last. Meg (Report) Reply

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