The rain falls sweetly, on this Father’s Day morn,
Watering the grass,
Renewing again the growth of nature.
As I feel the green leaves soaked in delight,
Absorbing the love of God, in life bringing water.
Then, via Skype from another state,
A granddaughter tries to “tweek” my nose,
Muttering words of love interspersed with babble,
Only understood by a grandfather,
Who responds with similar language.
Counting blessings this day.