Our lives are like a stormy sea, by waves we are tossed and thrown.
But on this sea of life we sail our mistakes are not ours alone.
Children, like ships, may go off course and drift to troubled waters.
Charts guide ships that sail the seas like fathers guide their daughters.
We sometimes hurt the ones we love; the ones that mean the world.
We try to sail a straight, straight line but by life's tide we're hurled.
When life's storms have come to end and we set our sails anew;
A crew still needs a captain to see the voyage through.
And so you see dear father, you're my beacon in the night.
Your widsom charts my voyage, your love provides the light.
No ship has sailed this sea of life with a skipper more tried and true .
I'm glad I made the voyage, and I'm glad my captain was you!
I wrote this poem for my late father Alfred Pomerantz. He was my life's inspiration then and now.