Father of Two

How fortunate to be a fruit now grown

That once was sown from a different tree

How you nursed me from the ground

How far we've come from that small drumbeat

On an ultrasound

Arms that stay the same

Even as the seasons change

The first to ever hold me and the last to let me down

Eyes wide open

Father my oldest friend

Born of love if not by blood

A word without an end

That began at my beginning

Spinning years fall like dust in my memories

Years fall like dust in my memories

Time has a trick of slipping through your fingers

Lingers on in moments hung

Suspended on the wall

And though there were times when tides were low

It's good to know that eight strong legs

Trod water through it all

Eyes that stay the same

Even as our faces change

All the years you cared for me and now I'll care for you

Father my oldest friend

Born of love if not by blood

A word without an end

That began at my beginning

Spinning years fall like dust in my memories

Years fall like dust in my memories

Years fall like dust in my memories

Years burn like gold in my memories

Father of two

This one's for you