The Aloofness of a Father

There was no bridge to cross,
when the stream, swelled into a river...
and the stones that were laid in place,
to keep our feet from getting wet,
became slippery!
I knew then, that if I tried to cross,
I'd fall...and break my teeth...
and cut my face, wide open!
No! I wouldn't try!
It was better, to not move at all!
So, I stood there, with a smile...
because the person, in me,
he didn't care to know!