My Father (poem) June 20, 2015 On behalf of father's day,,, My father pushes me through dooms of isthrough haves of alland palms of each.A platform of world on which to standis a catch of height on which to falland far more ask than I will ever deserve.He is an example of be an Alexandrian library cannot containthrough 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 tomorrowwill further imbue in me his words spoken today. I haven’t a god for whom I will fightand 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.