My husband has never "fathered" a child. Yet he works long hard hours so that I do not have to work but can stay home and raise children not of our blood. God placed a caretaker's heart in my husband. I think that is why he never had a child of his own. I have two biological girls. He was married before and we still help support four step-daughter's and six grandchildren. We are also foster parents with foster daughters in our home right now. All of our girl's friends stay here on the weekend. They all call us Momma and Daddy.
Any man can father a child. It takes a very special man to never father a single one but love and care for so many!
Caretaker of Many; Father of none
From the seeds he has scattered no blossoms came.
Inside him beats the heart of a Daddy, just the same.
A caretaker of many; a father of none.
A caretaker in a garden planted by God’s Son.
Jesus knows His garden needs tender loving care,
The seed and the soil, He will prepare.
A divorced women, two girls of her own
Two blossoms needing a father, a home.
A past marriage gone cold as snow in December.
Four winter blossoms his love and care remember.
Step-father to six blossoms; to his heart they lay claim.
A caretaker, a father; the heart is the same.
The garden needs care, no matter who scattered the seeds.
A father who will nurture, encourage, pull weeds.
Now upon the caretaker’s heart a new garden is laid.
Seed again not his, a garden Jesus has made.
A home for children whose lives have gone wrong.
Precious blossoms to love and make strong.
The seed of other’s placed in his care,
A harvest for Jesus and the caretaker to share.
A caretaker of many; a father of none.
Blossoms who call him Daddy; A man God calls son.
I love you, Caretaker,
Lora Renee Goodnight
For Chris Goodnight my husband & their Daddy/Papa/Caretaker
November 15, 2007 (A poem for his Birthday)
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EDWIN
Be always safe,
Karen
This is an admirable tribute.
Welcome to Authors' Den!
Connie