Weight of the world, (Edited)

Ten feet tall and shoulder's a mile wide,
  strong as Atlas and an experienced guide.
The weight of the world within his hands,
  warily, but willing to make a needed stand.

 He carries his burden’s with a taunt, tight lip,
  not letting his massive feelings appear to slip.
Without anger or precious pride he does his job,
 praying and petitioning the heavenly ghost above.

 Who can a father turn to when he needs an answer,
  can anyone explain the emotions that can be stirred.
When a mother seeks solace, who can she ask,
  will the powers that be answer the confused task.

 Will the innocents involved understand the meaning,
  can we truly know his pain without being demeaning.
So I offer my patience, while he does what he must,
  so he can open his heart and find me worthy of trust.

 He need not worry what any others might say,
  no-one would ever dream of standing in his way.
And if I can help him in the tiniest bit I surely will,
  no matter the time or the depths of his worded spill.

 Julie

 3/12/09

 D. D.