Being a father wasn't easy,
when he tried to understand.
He forgave what most could not.
Being a father, wasn't easy,
he had to worry alot
not to show partiality,
in love, and kindness.
Being a father, wasn't easy,
when he was needed,
and knew not,
what to say, or do.
Being a father, wasn't easy,
when he awoke at dawn,
with the rising sun
to find that time was,
running out on him.
Yet, being a father, was easy,
when he got the needed love, and support,
as he tried, to fill the footsteps,
of the one, we all loved so much.
@Carla F. Cox
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