No father to
cherish, no love to care.
If I had a father,
I would wish him clear,
A cherished wish,
a love so dear.
A father is not a
written object,
But a living bond
that is thy subject.
No market sells
fatherly love and care,
It is but a gift,
you do not dare.
He guides with
rods to deepen roots,
Morals and values,
in life's pursuits.
A father's
blessing is life's design,
Maturing us, with
each passing line.
Listen with eyes
and ears, my child,
To your father's
wisdom, undefiled.
Love what he
loves, hate what he hates,
For in doing so,
glory and crown await.
Do not let false
urges compromise your way,
A father's rod is
a divine sway.
Neglecting his
wisdom, a debt you cannot pay.
No blood can
cleanse the betrayal you display.
Beware of
whispers, in the night's sweet sound,
Treacherous air,
of cursed promises borne.
Growth will show
you different forms of might,
But no child
trades their poor father for gold's light.
Ayella John Bosc, Writer/Critic/Teacher
note: This poem is a dedication to all children exploring the significance of fathers' love and guidance, emphasising the importance of respecting and cherishing fathers.
