For Father’s Only

For dreams knocking at the door,
For little angels at four.

This verse is to hold their handles
and let light shine forth their candles.

For father’s whose eyes see the future
to remove the darkness of nature.

This poem will heal and speak to us sons,
It will remove the dirt stains on our lawns.

This is for the father’s bounded by heaven.
Our accidents started before eleven.

Ruddapoet Rudolph