Fathers Day ‘05
There they sit –
Out door café in Manhattan.
Oldest daughter arranged this day.
The three of them together,
My three girls!
A special treat –
Two marriages,
Nasty divorce - has
Made this confluence
Of three angels together
Rare.
Chatting,
Laughing,
As only girls do.
Surrounding me with
Curly hair,
Curly smiles,
Shiny eyes.
Their essence swirls around me
Like some sweet
Intoxicating incense.
I’m high!
High on them.
I sit and watch.
It’s my day,
But what makes my day
Is their love for each other.
My heart swells,
As does my chest!
I fret, worry, wonder,
Have I given enough?
Been there enough?
Been Father enough?
Been Man enough?
My own, now passed, father comes to mind.
Is he here with us today?
He would adore these three.
Never saw first one born.
He could be difficult, distant
Quick to anger.
Yet I adored and loved him.
My eyes are wet.
In ways I have been better with my girls
Than he was with me.
Yet I loved him!
Do I deserve less?
Perhaps not.
Here before my eyes,
The
Sum and total of my life!
If these three lovely souls
Are what I leave behind,
My life is complete.
My work here is done.
My day is over.
Hugs, kisses, smiles and
Goodbyes
I will not forget this day!
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