a father is a first journey
in the dark and ageless
that binds you to the mother
a father is a first love
before being born
in a belly where we hammer
where his hands surround you
a father is a useful boundary
a father is a helpful border
he gives us our first steps
of a struggle life
he avenges us everytime
he reassures us in a whisper
a father is a first anger
jealous at the tip of his lips
but who encircles our dreams
a father is first happiness
a ring round the heart
who says yes to the soulmate
cries, digging our days
a father is hours hoping
for a future made of yesterday
he entrusts you with a whole life
of springs and winter
you reassure him with a kiss
kind of like a mother
a father is the last landmark
in the arms of the earth
a star lighting up our desires
a father....