For Fathers Poem by Rosalinda Flores Martinez

The hole is filled with

Many stars heaped from above

For those who have cradled kids



Grows a star from the mould

Of an empty well

Of cold nights

Of grey nights

Of riled days

To a glowing dawn

Of sunshine

And emojis

Birds and flowers


Ask God's blessings

From where you are

Daddy.



You remind me

Every time the rain drops sparkle

It is praying to Jesus

You make me remember

All the odds and greatness I could be

Not minding childish ways - -



That breeze in my heart?

Is your tag.

That brave tilt of bowing?

Is God's grace showing

For all my bleating wretched days

You are

My shining star.



St John, pray for us!