Loving Father

Marc G. Auber
I suffer.
In love, I watch my children.
Son plants green cacti,
deep into the fine, brown soil.
Pleased - eager.
He learns, looks to me - curious.
Daughter marvels at orange, red,
yellow marigolds during summer.
I hug her.
She points.
Son prays.
I weep, wail.
He kneels.
Young, I know.
Daughter bows at feast time.
Sunshine, rain - the day
need no matter among children.
Disease throughout me.
Restless emotions - poverty
is my wool blanket.
Though the belly is full.
Our Father is revered -
always!


Published by Marc G. Auber

I spent almost a decade working for various daily newspapers in my area. For the most part, I was a staff writer, but I also worked in photography, copy editing and pagination. My educational background larg...  View profile

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  • christine7/25/2007

    what a nice poem..

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