"The years of our father's lives on Earth are important to everyone. We never able to really belittle anyone," they add.   "Here they are on father's day," I hear.   They gather on father's day to collect past activities with their erect backs. They may set aside differences; it's a day they may let go, let go, let go anything, but not everything.   This one day happy mothers step ahead; is cherishable grinfully by genders. Homes may strengthen in places, where fauna and flora are different or some like a red river.   Father's day have been a new, differed, experience. Children, jokers and adults present items like ivory to fathers - items some may never use and find. Usually, they refrain from emoting any feeling.   "Here they are on father's day," I hear.   Like all months, last months, father's day is over. Father's day surpasses the greyish qualities life makes us choose to give them.   The celebrations ends, but never ceases to thread the sheers. Father's may dance on father's day - Dance to the tunes of lives they see below, looking like sunflowers smiling on each others. Some may dance among us, with us: others gratefully go on outings.   "Here they are on Father's Day!" I hear.   (this poem is a re-publication of the poem 'Father's Day' that appears in another online publication)