Father

When I was a child my
Father's back was broad
His hands were large
And his arms were powerful

When I was a child my
Father was like Superman

When I was older my
Father's back was straight
His hands were strong
And his arms stretched wide

When I was older my
Father was my personal Hero

Now that I am a man my
Father's back is bowed
His hands are rough
And his arms are thin

Now that I am a man my
Father is my life's Guide

I now wonder if my
Child sees my back as broad
Are my hands gentle and strong
Do my arms encompass their world

I now wonder if my
Child sees me as their Hero