A Father’s Day Poem

My dad is a gentle giant. An unsung hero. A quiet example of God’s love in action. One whose own father died when he was young, he yet passes on a heritage of love.

A poem to honor my dad, Leo Boucher, this Father’s Day.

CutiePyeGirl entertaining Gramps.

CutiePyeGirl entertaining Gramps.

Listening and hearing
Serving and seeing
Knowing and encircling
A father’s love

Patient and true
Laying foundations
Practicing kindness
A father’s hands

Gentle and strong
Fueled by hope
Glimpsing the unseen
A father’s heart

Telling the truth
Speaking in love
Calling forth
A father’s heir

Father’s Day 2015
© Amy Boucher Pye 2015


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