I know I said I wasn't going to post any more poems until the book was released (which is long overdue), but this is a special one.



I know a man whose face has seen more
than its share of sweat and tears.
Behind his eyes reside years of worry and
concern.
This man’s hands speak of cuts and
bruises too many to number.
He is often exhausted of energy and
resources.

I know a man who works harder and
loves deeper than any other.
Behind his eyes I see this
love − unconditional and limitless.
This man’s hands routinely build
masterpieces where nothing once
existed.
He gives selflessly to others without
recompense.

I know this man.
This man is my father.