Poetry: Sincere

by Mari Trimble

The Wish




The storms rush in and

The boats crash upon the shore

How I wish for a Father's wisdom




The struggles mount and

I climb the highest mountain

How I wish for a Father's proud voice




Babies are ushered in and

Fill me with wonder

How I wish for a Father's conversation




My life is joy and sorrow, contentment

And laughter

How I wish for a Father's arms




My children fill me with their

Strength and beauty

How they also wish for a Father's song.

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