Because Every Day is Father’s Day

They’re grown now

But still my children
Their laughter fills me
When they call their mom
Multisyllabically and in unison

Upon their departure
Quiet creeps in
Serenity is good
Yet laughter missed

Scattered busily about
Less frequent chats
Still wholly loved
Must be how He feels

Always wholly loved
The Author understands
And fills me Himself
As only He can

With time together