To my Dad, My Husby, My Sons and SILs.
I love you!
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| My Dad and me |
And suddenly, he's a Father and there's
a whole new world in store.
The time goes by, he's changed a
thousand diapers, maybe more,
His hair's grown grey along the sides,
his back is bent and sore,
He knows feeding, changing – is
expert on most everything that's sold,
Imagine how much more he'll know when
his child is two days old . . .
The years fly past, his baby's reached
the great old age of three,
That wondrous time when head and hands
reach just above the knee,
The scars have healed from babe's first
tooth, the child can even talk,
The tiny hard hat's put away – his
little one can walk.
The child is toilet-trained, survived
each illness, scratch and sore,
Dad knows it all, good thing because
his wife just had two more.
His babes grow tall - or he grows small
– there's a definite shift in size,
He's not as smart as he once was,
through his adolescent's eyes.
He's older now and he can see both
sides of any fight,
But it matters not 'cause like his
child, he knows that he is right.
And as he watches, painfully, the
sometimes good and bad,
There's one thing that will never
change - the fact that he's their dad.
And so it goes, he does his best,
survives on little sleep,
He goes to work each day, comes home
and tends his growing sheep.
There is little recognition for the
work he does each day,
A baby hug, a chocolate kiss may be his
only pay.
But he strangles his impatience as he
watches tiny hands,
And he gently speaks when teenage heads
just do not understand
His prods and pushes – anger, too, he
tempers, 'cause he cares,
His one reward, his children's love, he
treasures through the years.
