To Our Dads

In the USA it is Father's Day

Every morning rising, with bones that always ache; sick or sad the work goes on, the needs can never wait. No one thinks all that much about the turmoil of your day; when things are good they don’t bother much with words that they could say. Quiet goes your sacrifice, never do you complain; blood or not, the kids you watch, are worthy of the pain. In the end you might pass on without a word of thanks, but the world owes for what you’ve done, adding more like you to its ranks.

*** See you soon.