Here’s To The Fathers
Here’s to the fathers who always begin, on the outside of children, but looking in. Such curious men snapping cameras like mad, recording the moment they turn into Dad.
Here’s to the fathers who put in their time, who don’t say to mothers “that’s your job not mine.” Who wipe chins and noses and never say “won’t,” who do with the diapers what some fathers don’t.
Here’s to the fathers who manage to stay, when so many fathers are turning away. When so many run leaving families to rot, here then a cheer for those who do not.
Here’s to the fathers whose big money dreams, die in the corner while their baby screams. And yet without anger, dread or regrets, they comfort the child hold it close to their chests.
And as the child grows they grow with it too, learning a depth that they never knew. And soon they are older their hair slightly gone, chasing two children around the front lawn.
Or carpooling teams to little league games, buying them hamburgers after it rains. They mend broken dolls and fix broken wheels, they cringe when their daughters try their first pair of heels.
They reach in their pockets but never keep count, they pay dear for parenthood, awful amounts. They postpone their plans to sail across seas, instead they sing “Barney” and bandage skinned knees.
Here’s to the fathers who miss on promotions, who forego the bonus for birthday commotions. Who come home from work and a boss they don’t like, pull in the driveway and run over a bike.
Here’s to the fathers who get off the phone, to hear their sons practice their new saxophone. Who leave work to see their daughter’s recital, here’s to the heroes who work without title.
For this is a world now full of neglect, with everyday stories of lives that are wrecked. Of fatherless children who take up with guns, to kill other children of fatherless sons.
Divorced shattered families, childhoods derailed, mothers still waiting for checks still unmailed. You wonder what wrongs these souls ever did, to make a grown man turn away from his kids.
So here’s to the fathers who won’t compromise, who see a light shining in their children’s eyes. And feel a rare glow as if from a gem, and how that once someone saw this glow in them.
For all the good boys they have raised in the world, for all the examples they set for their girls. For all the loved children whose stories they’ll tell, here’s to the fathers that taught them so well.