Father’s Day at the Solstice.

It took a while Gazing up at the night Wondering if Father’s Day Captures a star drawing; No lion or fearsome beast, Maybe the simple outline Of a tiny crib Filled with love.

A father lives for The children who teach; Giving meaning to Each breath we take; Each hand held tight Whispering the promise Of days gone by.

It may be no accident The solstice times Her arrival just so; Giving this day A few more moments Of sun and wind; Where each story told Begets those yet written.