You feed me and need me
To teach you to play
So smile cause I love you
On this Father’s Day
Fathers can be solitary mountains
All their love rock-like, steep and strong
through warm and caring
Somehow, they belong,
halfway home to mother’s bubbling fountains
Each of us needs love that knows no quarter
Reminding us of bonds that cross a border
Strengthening our sense of right and wrong
Fathers need to choose to love for life
And that embrace
Held long and hard
Best owes the grace each craves
For all in time must lose,
restored alone by memory
So now it is with you and me
Grandfathers are fathers who are grand
Restoring the sense that our most precious things
are those that do not change much over time
No love of childhood is more sublime
Demanding little, giving on demand
Few more inclined than most to grant the wings
Allowing us to reach enchanted lands
Though grandfathers must serve as second fathers
helping us with young and restless hearts
Each has all true patience wisdom brings
Remembering our passion more than others
Soothing us with old and well-honed arts