He’s not the perfect dad
He’s sometimes happy sometimes sad
He snores at the drop of a hat
He’s startled easily by a sudden pat
But when I cry he takes the time
To sit besides me until I feel fine
My dad was not the perfect spouse
He was hardly ever in the house
He’d rather go play dominoes or cards
In one of his buddies’ yards
Than sit with mother and talk of life
Things to do to heighten its spice.
My father liked El Dorado
He’d often put mother in a tight spot
With creditors banging at our door
Threatening to cut off credit at their store
My dad would then be filled with remorse
For not putting his family’s interest first.
My dad’s drunken state was fun for me
It’s the only time I could steal the key
To his treasured chest where he stored his cash
And add it to my previous stash
To give to mother when she’s in a pinch
Than have her face our lovable Grinch.
My dad was a creative genius
He solved problems without a fuss
He was kind and loving in his own ways
He never spanked me even on my bad days
Once when I broke my hand in two places
My dad simply rigged up the perfect braces
Even though he gone to rest
I still love him the very best
I think God make him just for me
He showed me music is perfect in any key
We’ve got to make do with what we’ve got
Cook the curry in our own stew pot.
Father’s day gives me time to pause
And contemplate nature’s laws
We’re put on this earth to strengthen our spirit
And I’m happy to say my daddy did it
He became better with age
My dad was a wonderful sage.
© baw 2009
