Every year at mid point,
A day does come around,
When fathers are remembered,
Their deeds, offspring, expound.
It’s great they are cel’brated,
Their loving acts made known,
By those, appreciative
Of loving seeds, been sewn.
Alas, for some, those mem’ries
May be quite scarce, if e’er,
There still are ‘absent fathers’
Who sadly didn’t care.
Or were ‘no shows’, some heartless,
Though some, may not been told
They were indeed a father,
So’s not always, him, cold.
There, too, are many husbands,
Who've taken on the role,
Their new wife's natural children,
To make their family whole.
Adopts them as his own kids
Though sharing role, may do,
Depends on circumstances
As his own, he'll love you.
So if you ARE a father,
I trust you’re recognised,
Your offspring do appreciate
Your care, so undisguised,
That they will strive to mirror,
Or find a man like you,
Your kindness, be rewarded
For all good things you do.
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