They lived out of family circles
Battling in battlefields
Snipping swords awaited impatiently
to be drawn out of their sheaths
to strike against enemies
bulwarking against tyrranies

Forgetting not the life cycles
of the unborn children
The flowering daughters
Becoming good mothers
The latent men in sons
Becoming proud fathers

Strength and honour was the chorus
Like gladiators in the Colosseum
Not moved by the notoriously fickle mob
To become heroes to their sons
In defense did they shield their bodies
Like a threatened tortoise
To remain the first love to their daughters

Fearfully figured
A father’s counsel drizzles wisdom
in the entire life of a son
An embrace from a father
from a warfront is very passionately friendly
and fulfilling to a daughter
than a thousand kisses from a mother
Very gobsmacking?
Don’t look beyond
Nature! very surprising.

An Ode to all fathers in the Armed Forces, the Police…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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