Father...? Father...?
What is a father?
Who is a father?
Does it really matter?
Being a father is for eternity.
Being a father gives drive.
Looking up at him simply,
Would be feeling a chi've.
A father can be tall,
A father can be small.
Being a father is a call,
Who cares after all?
Who said being a father is easy?
What responsibility does he really have?
Being a father sometimes is even teasy,
For all this he will just give a laugh.
Problems does he confront,
As many as sand on the beach.
But on him you can still count,
For a schoulder in easy reach.
But what is a father in this world,
As to him he is to be ignored?
Where is a father to be gone,
When has he not his son?!
Only a word to be said...,
Is a "father" with no content.
Giving a very last look,
To what you away took!
Isn't this world sometimes so unfair,
To those fathers who really care?
Most of all, those who do pretend,
What they are not to be meant!?
Poem by Daniel B. van der Linde, 9 october 2002.