from the Father

geese moon

from the Father

           by liz peterson-braveheart

as Love’s child He gives

you all the gifts your heart

              can feel,

take time in life

          make them real,

                  for yesterday’s

          by-gone

 shadows are scratching

as the hands of a

   sculptor they mold

     your young life,

and like a chameleon,

       matching my ways,

            you’ll grow wiser

  as your poised reflection competes,

        and fathers pass quietly away.

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