Father

What makes a father a father?

Genetics? A face? Or a name?

Is it how he stands?

Or the shape of his hands?

Or whose picture he chooses to frame?

In my mind I have two fathers

The one who was there at my birth

Who taught me to cook

And loves a good book

The one who brought me to this Earth

And yet there is still a second

Someone who raised me as well

Who cares for my soul

Who taught me control

And carries me through my own hell

He loves me and cares for me deeply

And towards him I feel just the same

He taught me to love

That I was enough

And someday I’ll carry his name

He taught me that I have power

And that I should not be afraid

That instead of crying

I should be a lion

And it will be better some day