It slaps you in the face
The unconditional love
That can not be compared.
And for your second child
It is so unfair.
How can you love
As much as your first?
Only to discover it rushing through you
Like a wave
With no beginning and no finishing.
It is not like the love for your parents
Which you test
As you size yourself up.
Nor the love for your wife
Which you chose
For the magical smile,
The nod,
Those electric eyes…
And how, when you love the same movies
For different reasons,
It makes you more and safe.
The love for your children
Glows and grows.
It has
No texture,
No seam,
No boundary.
It is in what you don’t say
What you protect
Like a perfect flower
With a perfect blend of colors.
You want to know?
Just look at how
I look at you!
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Guess Father’s Day brings out the poet in many of us. Just blogged a poem myself: http://powerlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html.
Happy Father’s Day David.
My Dad never loved me like this. But I have come to know this love as I see my husband with his sons, now both taller than he is, but still looking up to him. Thanks for sharing.