A tribute to my father today. A man who raised four children as a widower. How he kept it together we’ll never comprehend. And even although we are scattered around the world now, the influence of this wonderful man keeps as all together…
So here’s a poem I found.
Even though we’ve lived apart, I do not love you less. There’s provision in the heart For storing tenderness.
There’s a love that like a star Must reconfigure space To turn the far-flung wanderers Towards some predestined grace.
Time matters not, nor pain, nor death, Nor fate as hard as stone. This truth needs but a single breath, And that we now have known.
Ah, Father! What a joy to live With love at last expressed! Life has no greater gift to give Than that with which we’re blessed.
– Nicholas Gordon