Fathers' Day. Poem by Hana Gerzanic-Hons

He came home with a heavy step
and took a little rest.
His hands like branches offering
a nook for children's nest.

Awareness of security
Blossomed when dad was near.
Brave captain of his little boat
He sailed it without fear.

And when dark clouds obscured the sun
And stormy waves grew high,
His wife's and children's eyes like stars
Showed way upon his sky...

The ways of life like seasons change,
Some stay as memories...
Polluted highways run today
Where once we planted trees.

A shadow falls across the gap
Where people lost each other.
For every father has a child
- Not every child a father.....