In honor of all fathers, I'd like to share a special poem written by my friend and fellow organizer Lisa Graziani.
Father's Way
You were born, He was proud.
He said a prayer, but not out loud.
He was quiet in his heart,
He prayed for strength to do his part.
It was his wish to raise you well.
For you, he'd face the flames of Hell.
He knew he had to teach you right.
And keep you safe both day and night.
He never bought you lots of stuff.
But sang about the dragon "Puff."
A magic dragon by the sea,
And other silly songs sang he.
He played with you in grass and sand.
He carried you and held your hand.
He never filled your room with stuff.
But you didn't care, He was enough.
Not to the store, but to the park.
Is where he took you on a lark.
He taught you how to save your money
To run through fields, both vast and sunny.
He filled your home with warmth and love.
He knew what life was really of.
Life is of love, of truth, of light,
Of always choosing what is right.
Life is of faith, of hope, of joy,
Of being proud of one's girl or boy.
He may be gone, but not forgotten.
His lessons were not misbegotten.
A house should nurture like a womb.
And be the furthest likeness from a tomb.
Don't bury kids with stuff you buy.
Pour out your love, 'til the day you die.