[Header Photo by Ante Hamersmit on Unsplash}
Those Winter Sundays, Robert Hayden
Daddy, Sylvia Plath
Little Father, Li-Young Lee
Eating Together, Li-Young Lee
Persimmons, Li-Young Lee
The Gift, Li-Young Lee
MY FATHER’S DIARY, Sharon Olds
my father moved through dooms of love, e.e. cummings
fragility (and then i realize)
sins of a father (gods and kings and men of all kinds)
that time we sat around waiting for my father to die (deathbed)
dr. p.l. (paul) thomas 
Ah, poetry. Makes for an unusual start for this day for me. Poetry elevates all things, holds them up for exploration. Slows me down, anyway, and makes me see differently. Thanks for posting.