A thought of an aspiring dad to OUR FATHERS

A thought of an aspiring dad to

OUR FATHERS

They are often disregarded like the buttocks
Their usefulness often taken for granted
Yet when they’re incapacitated or no more
Everyone mourns profusely
Especially the ones better regarded

People argue they are hardly there
People say they are never around
They say mothers are always available,
These ones are always chasing things valuable
But they rest and ‘’valuables’’ become less

I understand ‘’daddies day out’’ is scarce
But I don’t want them treated like grass
For I will one day be one of them
And I will be hurt if people condemn
Me because I have to live as I should

Imagine life without them around us
Even our mothers will make a great fuss
They are seldom seen but when they arrive
They arrive; their presence is comforting
Securing, soothing, educating, motivating.

Our mothers, you are highly carried
But your husbands, I recognise too
Praise them more, and they will take you to
That level you crave; love and celebrate
Them and you’ll be glad to see them do great.

                                          

  Maryprecious Dike