A patient father holds his tongue
yet weeps to see his willful son
exploit his birthright wastefully
and suffer needlessly.
A wounded father still will reach
to try and bridge what has been breached.
And though denied what he desires,
a father always loves.
A grieving father knows no bounds.
He sings of grace. How sweet the sounds
that emanate from one who dreams
of that delayed embrace.
A waiting father longs for those
to learn from choices that they chose
and head for home because they know
love's light is always on.