Stained Shirt
A Fathers Love
There are many different kinds of love in the world. The love I have for my mother is indescribable. My wife is my soul-mate...I could not live without her. And then there are my daughters. There is not a word in the English language that could describe the love that I have for my children. They are a part of me, they are my heart. They are all grown now, and unfortunately have all moved some miles away. But like the stains that they have left on my shirts, so is the mark of their existence forever imprinted on my soul.
The first came silent
Eyes wide open, simple
The second came wailing
Veins stood out on her temple
The third, too silent
I feared, and I prayed
Then she gasped life
when God kissed her dimple
There were times as a Dad
Discipline I did assert
But it was to me they came
When a dark dream, or a hurt
Clung to me with dirty little fingers
My garage filled
With many a stained shirt
I toiled in the sun
No regrets for they are fed
They snuggled to my side
As tales and stories I read
Kissed sleepy cheeks
And tucked them into bed
Their pink ears pinched
And their toes I would tickle
Make funny faces
And my rear I would jiggle
Their bellies would roll
A house filled with laughter
When three little girls
Together would giggle
Now they are women
All three are grown
Beautifully blessed
With child of their own
Not just a Dad, for now I am Grand
For new child love
Into my life has been sown
