Your father, By Mother.

She said oh son, do you see him?

yes, that man 

with the blazing fire behind his eyes, 

lips that sing, 

and galaxies on his skin. 

His hands are strong and caring, 

his word soft and humble,

and his arms carry the sun around

so others won't have to see a dark day. 

His voice cures and oh

how he makes ones soul dance across

his fingertips.

She said oh son, he is your father.

yes, that man

who's fire sometimes yearns to give out

that man whose lips are dry at times, 

and his stars curse him. 

His hands are calloused and forever trembling

the words will trip and fall from his lips like tired poetry

his arms will ignite in flames at the weight of the sun

his voice will crack when hes close to tears,

and his soul will shake at times too. 

she said oh son, all of this makes him

yes, makes him

the greatest father

him who puts others in front of himself

he who loves with the might of a thousand dreams 

he who laughs with joy even when none is present,

all of these things son, makes him

the best man I know and

the man I love.