I wrote this poem almost 20 years ago in honor of my father who passed away in 1979. This was published in a national women's magazine for their Fathers' day issue. I am sharing this with all the fathers---the men of our hearts, our champions, our biggest admirers.
On your shoulder lies
the burden of the world
as you struggled against the odds
to make me live.
The life you bravely faced alone
the battles you fought and won
are like a candle in a dark room
giving me hope to carry on.
I know you wouldn't surrender
though your brow grow damp with pain
you never flinch, wince nor groan,
but bear in silence and drift to dream.
You were unconquerable, my Father
until Death soothed your weary mind
you didn't resist nor try to fight
instead, you embraced Death so tight.
You are the greatest, as you lay triumphant
for what is to die, but to free life
from its restless tides,
and to seek God unencumbered?