A FATHER’S PRAYER
© 2012 – David Campbell
Winner, 2012 ‘The Blackened Billy’, Tamworth, NSW.
		I would wish the blue of morning,
		dawning,
		for the colour of your eyes,
		and bright sunlight on the water,
		daughter,
		for a smile to mesmerise
		the darkest soul that you might find
		through all those childhood days
		that time can grant a youthful mind
		in happy, carefree ways.
		
		I would wish the fire of learning,
		burning
		in a passion to succeed,
		and the joy that comes with living,
		giving
		of yourself in word and deed,
		no matter what the future seems,
		so you can still achieve
		the best of all your hopes and dreams,
		the courage to believe.
		
		I would wish the thrill of riding,
		guiding,
		a new pony through the glade,
		and the toil of ringers shearing,
		clearing
		out the fleece that leaves the blade
		like snow upon the highest peak
		above the valley where
		we’ll go out camping by the creek,
		and do some fishing there.
		
		I would wish the art of feeling,
		healing,
		that your mother knows so well,
		and a love that lasts forever,
		never
		hesitating once to dwell
		on anything that might have been
		if she had not met me…
		a nature that’s so calm, serene,
		and yet so wild and free.
		
		I would wish the turn of seasons,
		reasons
		for accommodating change,
		and adapting to new thinking,
		linking
		fresh ideas across a range
		of challenges that you will face
		as progress marches on 
		at mankind’s unrelenting pace,
		for my ways will have gone.
		
		I would wish a kindness forming,
		warming
		anyone who might come near,
		so that they can gain some pleasure,
		treasure
		all the things that you hold dear
		in laying out a path through life,
		exemplars that proclaim,
		as daughter, lover, mother, wife,
		you’ve honoured our good name.
		
		I would wish you understanding,
		handing 
		down the wisdom I have learned,
		that the truth can’t be forsaken,
		taken
		very lightly…trust is earned,
		and honesty will bring respect 
		in all you do and say,
		while pride, if left to roam unchecked,
		will just lead you astray.
		
		And I wish these things while holding,
		folding 
		your sweet mother’s hand in mine,
		with the midwife standing ready, 
		steady,
		as she watches for the sign
		that you will soon be with us here
		to see this wondrous dawn…
		a daughter cherished and held dear,
		this day that you are born.
		
		
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