Father's Day


Father’s Day!
Another day to be feted as the Dad!
As if carrying your name,
Heeding your various injunctions,  
day in and day out …………………is not enough. 
Your shadow in her ecosphere all the time,
Far far more than your smile,
your hug
or the fragrance of your aftershave .
Do you deserve the chocolates, colognes and other gifts
Carefully chosen per your preferences?
When you didn’t care ….
              To learn about her fears and her doubts
                             Desires and aspirations………….
As long as she made the grade, made you proud, not hang your head !

Father’s Day
It's another day to invest in being a Dad
Beyond the sperm,….beyond the name,
Beyond the authoritative control of fear of shame .
A good morning hug a warming smile
Some time … to share a laugh
To conspire …. to hear the future bells
Work cannot call, not at least today, as a Dad you have to stay… share your time.
As an everyday Dad, make every day Father’s Day.

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