Member-only story
Fathers Are
Jun 16, 2025
A poem for Father’s Day
Fathers are to me
The writers of our history
From times when we were but a dream
To vivid moments described in scenes
Where would we be
If not for he
That man so big and strong
Who gave us all he had to give
Who never did things wrong
So on this day I raise my glass
To that man who gave me love
And wish that he may rest in peace
In that place so high above.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #404)
