Father

A friend might be for a season
A lover for a reason
But a father forever

What then when all that remains
is a faint memory of the hey days

Is he still there?
To love and protect?
Even when seasons wither
and reasons fade with time

Is absence in another name
Not an absence

Does he see when he is gone
Watch over our hopes and dreams
Or does he cease to be when he is absent
A father