Poetry - My Father

By Judy Winters

If a mother's love is the endless ocean,
A father's love is the beaming sun
Providing warmth to his earthly young.

My father has always taught me
To be honest and kind.
It's better to live righteously in poverty
Than to live deceitfully in prosperity.

My father's hair has turned gray
And his hands have wrinkled in decay.
But his words will outlast time
And live forever in my memories.

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