Fathers Aren't Blind
I saw the way that young man looked into my son's eyes
His eyes' redness burned with passion and could tell me no lies
I saw the smiles that they shared; the laughter in their heart
To see the two of them so close, it was a work of art.
I saw the way that young man stared at my son's soft blue hair
And every time Ike looked behind him, the boy was still there.
And Ike thought girls were icky, from age six to seventeen:
Fathers are not blind, and I know what I have seen.
I saw the way that young man looked into my daughter's eyes
His eye's laziness would stand up and show where his heart lies
I saw the jokes they told themselves, each other and their friends
And how when he was near her, his slacking off would end
I saw the way that young man looked at my daughter's red hair
And every time Jill looked behind her, he would still be there
Though businesslike in conduct, in practice, and in law
Fathers are not blind, and I know what I saw.
