Those Who Will Not Be Called 'papa' Poem by Danny Speicher

I see you scowl and glare so sternly
I hear the wavering strength in your voice
Your mind weighs whether to yell or relent
But, take heart, some will never get that choice

Watching the world spin with life all around
A father tosses his daughter up high
A mother cuddles her son when he's sad
But, alone, as if worlds apart, stand I

In those moments that exasperate you
Please remember all the joy that they bring
There are those who will not be called 'papa'
Or a mother who, to her child, clings

Let the little children come unto me
For, the Kingdom of Heaven, their eyes see

((January 23rd,2017))