My own father lives far awayHe was always busy when we play
My brothers, sister and I
Until my mother, she did die
Then my father became a man
He learned to love and he so easily can
He learned to listen
To his children’s thoughts
Even if it wasn’t what he taught
He opened himself – no longer afraid
He continues to grow
Now with hairs grey
My own former partner lives close by
He was always busy, too busy to cry
Our beautiful daughter, spirit walker girl
Little Bear to those of the Native world
She doth teach, he and me
She be dialed, more than we
Flexible, frilly, and free
She is strong, powerful and swift
She doth love and love is her gift
To all those dads upon this day
Take heart – and go play
