When mother and father first met,
Through the magic of affinity yet,
As he placed her upon her pedestal,
She said, “I do” to his proposal.
Duty has a way of grounding dreams
Of carefree love and romantic moonbeams.
Father had visions of combining the two,
As love kept its spark going thru’ and thru’.
I was born as a symbol of their devotion,
As careful planning was put in motion.
I am the son of good fortune,
Of his duty that he upheld.
Happy Father’s day. God rest his soul.
I wrote this for the Father's Day issue of "The Belt And Beyond."