Fathers can be
solitary mountains,
All their love rock-like, steep, and strong.
Though warm and caring, somehow they belong
Halfway home to mothers' bubbling fountains.
Each of us needs love that knows no quarter,
Reminding us of bonds that cross a border,
Strengthening our sense of right and
wrong.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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