Here is another poem written by Helen Steiner Rice that I would like to share.....
Fathers Are Wonderful People
Fathers are wonderful people too little understood,
And we do not sing praises as often as we should...
For, somehow, Father seems to be the man who pays the bills,
While Mother binds up little hurts and nurses all our ills....
And Father struggles daily to live up to "HIS IMAGE"
As protector and provider and "hero of the scrimmage"...
And perhaps that is the reason we sometimes get the notion
That Fathers are not subject to the thing we call emotion,
But if you look inside Dad's heart, where no one else can see,
You'll find he's sentimental and as "soft" as he can be...
But he's so busy every day in the gruelling race of life,
He leaves the sentimental stuff to his partner and his wife...
But Fathers are just WONDERFUL in a million different ways,
And they merit loving compliments and accolades of praise,
For the only reason Dad aspires to fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him and to bring them happiness....
And like OUR HEAVENLY FATHER, he's a guardian and a guide,
Someone that we can count on to be ALWAYS ON OUR SIDE.
Truth in our hearts. Strength in our hands. Consistency in our tongues.
Beauty is not just all around us, but within us....
"Mo nighean donn," he whispered, "Mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart. Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me, a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you."(Fiery Cross Quote)