Father of Two

How fortunate to be a fruit now grown That once was sown from a different tree How you nursed me from the ground How far we've come from that small drumbeat On an ultrasound Arms that stay the same Even as the seasons change The first to ever hold me and the last to let me down Eyes wide open Father my oldest friend Born of love if not by blood A word without an end That began at my beginning Spinning years fall like dust in my memories Years fall like dust in my memories Time has a trick of slipping through your fingers Lingers on in moments hung Suspended on the wall And though there were times when tides were low It's good to know that eight strong legs Trod water through it all Eyes that stay the same Even as our faces change All the years you cared for me and now I'll care for you Father my oldest friend Born of love if not by blood A word without an end That began at my beginning Spinning years fall like dust in my memories Years fall like dust in my memories Years fall like dust in my memories Years burn like gold in my memories Father of two This one's for you