A Good Father

My father is a good man. He did what he could, and much more, to give his all for his family. In the shaping of the future, where the old things become new, let me forever forgive my dad for where in his best intentions, he sometimes fell. I am my own father now. And I see how hard it is to be a good father. A father loves, but sometimes he loves not holding all the things at once, not seeing it all, but loving imperfectly. In the gap, when I don’t know or understand, I soothe by the salve of forgiveness.