my father

firm you stand as an old oak tree
rooted in your beliefs
as wise as an eagle who's decisions are as profound as the wind
the same profoundity on which are blown your leaves of wisdom
i eagerly rake
progeny of a strange fruit
i the bloodclot of
stand in rank amongst these mighty oaks
in saluted respect earnestly seeking your approval
your acceptance
your love
my father
your love
my father
i love