When Fathers Weep at Graves
By Alice J Wisler 
I see them weep
The fathers at the stones
Taking off the armor
Forced to wear in the work place
Clearing away the debris
With gentle fingers
Inhaling the sorrow
Diminished by anguish
Their hearts desiring
What they cannot have-
To walk hand in hand
With children no longer held-
To all the Fathers who leave a part
Of their hearts at the stones
May breezes underneath trees of time
Ease their pain
As they receive healing tears
…the gift the children give.