Treasure Island

Justin Reamer

(2 October 1993 / Holland, Michigan)

The Father


What is a father?
What does he do?
What is a father?
What does he rue?

Fathers are caring,
Never pompous or swearing,
He takes care,
Without a stare,
Without the slightest bearing.

He provides for his wife,
Cares for his kids,
And never ruins his life.

A father is not a traitor,
And a lecher not,
He is not abusive,
He gives quite a lot.

He gives agape,
Never eros,
He knows philia,
Never anteros.

He knows how to love,
Never to make haste,
He never learns to hate,
Never to damage chaste.

What is a father?
If he doesn't care one bit?
What is a father,
If his children he does hit?

A father, then concluded,
Is someone who's always there,
He is a trusted loved one,
Someone you always care.

Submitted: Friday, August 03, 2012
Edited: Sunday, August 05, 2012

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