I see the man, I see his hands,
with stories written all over.
dark from working in the sun,
chiseled from hard labor,
eyes determined
lips pursed,
ready to do whatever.
For his family,
4 his sons,
they living in a different place,
might as well be outer space.
yet close in his mind's eye,
all he needs to to do is close his eyes.
Getting tired pulling the weight,
digging, pulling throwing the ground,
3 year old baby boy's smile,
gets him going for another 100 miles,
another day another struggle,
getting lonely day by day,
and the labor barely pays.
Hey I see a Father's love in him,
quiet lowly but moving on,
each step is for his son,
a million more is to come.
Yes what I see is a Father's Love.
a Father's Love.
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