Fatherhood is a strange device;
Strange and strangled by much advice.
All we can do is the best that we can
And hope we contribute to the emerging man.

At times it may feel as rough as dogs
With rules understood only by hogs
But all I can say is thanks for being you
Because without that I don’t know who
Would have given the love and accepted the pain
Holding it all together through the driving rain.

    I hope it feels right
    And worth the fight
    To realise now
    That you did know how.
    Accept it and glow
    In what we both know.
    In all we both feel
    We made a great deal.



David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry for Business : Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. FATHERHOOD. Page Number 60.

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