Father’s day poem from child: recalling the moments growing up, dad was a figure of grand stature. I looked up to him so much. I’m thankful for what he did for me.
by Joshua Cintron
Dad, you were a building
casting a shadow over the
street I walked when I was child,
shading me from peril of this
world, of myself, constantly looking
out for me. Like the seasons that
come and go, the sun rotated from behind you,
and so did your love upon me; allowing
me to shine — to grow into a productive
adult with a sense of purpose, drive
and the will to succeed. I thank you for
being the man I’m proud to call father.