Father's Day Poem for My Dad's 70th Year

Written by an adult son, this Father's Day poem represents the almost mystical strength, assurance, and sense of belonging that a father can bring. Even as a middle-aged father myself, I find that no other voice can match the sureness and encouragement that his carries. I am sure many Father's Day poems share these themes for those who remained true to their calling.

Who could forget the sound and smell
Of logs being split in the gray autumn air,
Sledgehammer and chisel ringing out like a bell
Through damp fields and charcoal oaks,

And more so the inner strength of a winter fire,
Embers reflected in tall windows black with night.
"Home" lies deep in the heart of a father's resolve,
A warmth to be sought after and desired for a lifetime

By sons gifted with memory of love and place
And a simple faith that refuses to die.
For even in "the blue smoke that betrays a fire on the hearth"
Threads of memory seem to connect with eternity.