My Father (poem)

On behalf of father's day,,,

My father pushes me through dooms of is
through haves of all
and palms of each.

A platform of world on which to stand
is a catch of height on which to fall
and far more ask than I will ever deserve.

He is an example of be
an Alexandrian library
cannot contain
through which I walk;
If only an epsilon
I will retain.

My effort only needs one laurel -
an approving smile on my father’s face.
And,
here’s a hope that tomorrow’s tomorrow
will further imbue in me
his words spoken today.

I haven’t a god for whom I will fight
and frequently myself I leave to burn.
But here is someone I owe my life.

If I become anything,
it will be my father we thank.