My Father

A poem written from the child within, it means a lot to me.

My Father

Never distant, always far.
Now a hero, now a star.
Once a lost boy all alone.
Now a helmsman of a home.

Often smiling, sometimes fierce,
shining head, eyes that pierce.
Always a song or tale of mirth
sometimes a tear, sometimes a curse.

Giving and taking, strong and swift,
A friend and companion, a late night lift.
Constantly believing in all I do,
I'm grateful to have a father like you.