Harry's Bag

I write of emotions Not for fun neither for sake I want to write About love's many faces Love is considerate and kind Love is neither envious nor boasts Love seems only positive emotions This they say and smile.... Love's reality is unkind Love is a risk, many hearts break Cupid's arrow leaves pain And many victims grow lean Love is treacherous Its pains hit outright the heart Love's pain doesn't spare The lover who really cares. Yet love always protects Love always trusts Love always hopes The greatest of all is love. 

Abigail is a beautiful name borne by some beautiful persons. Recently I came to find out that the name meant “Father’s love”. This thought set me wondering if fathers had any love in them. A lot of fuss is made about Mother’s Day and a mother’s love, so I wondered if fathers had any love at all. After days of much thinking, I came to the conclusion that fathers had a lot of love in them. At least we remember how sometimes dad went down on all fours to play horse whilst we sat on his back pretending to be on horseback. The father’s love is not that soft come-and-hide or hug-me love which mothers showed. This is not to say mothers are all soft. A father’s love is a tough and very stern love called DISCIPLINE. It is the kind of love shown either when he spanks you for some wrongs or gives you a stern lecture you’re unlikely to forget for a long time. Of course in our part of the world, and for those of us born in the years before the wanton proliferation of modernity and human ri...