My Dad
An Old Tom
Leaving one mess after another
I have his bite
A bit of iron in my bones
And a stripe or two that matches
I am thankful for the
Gifts and curses
Both
Never has
A Father and Son
More misunderstood the other
In my time of need though
It was the Old Tom
That was there to lick my wounds
Sometimes I swatted him away
And provided fresh
Scratches
Other times
He has drawn blood
In Love and Anger
Who can understand
A cat
Mystical animals
The Old Tom
Helps keep the serpent
At bay
He was always ready
To pounce
At danger
The Old Tom
Always brought home
What we needed that day
We have scrapped
Often as the
First born often does
Distant and aloof at times now
The greying Old Tom
Sometimes needs help
The Old Tom
Now mostly spent must
Never forget how he is needed
So climb on
Old Tom
Borrow my strength and vision
You helped
To fan the flame
That has lifted me high
To follow
Your example
I will be there when needed
Protecting all
Under my care
I will never stray
Quantum Heart 