To My Dad

To My Dad

6/12/2018

My dad has done so many things, to help me get through life

When I was a child and growing up he helped me through all strife.

There was a time when I was young, and I hurt from getting a shot

My dad was there, he held my hand, and then he picked me up.

And when we were young, without delay, he would come and play with us

He’d pretend to be a papa wolf and would join without a fuss.

He ran around, down on all fours, on the living room floor

And howled to the moon with my sister and I, but he also did much more.

When I was hurt and couldn’t walk, he helped me get around

He helped me to class, and waited for me, and didn’t make a sound

Of complaint or aggravation, he just helped me on my way

And through my life, it’s been like that, he helped me learn each day.

He helped us with our homework whenever he had the time

And he taught us important lessons even though we thought that a crime

Cause we didn’t want to listen and we thought it was such a bore

But later in life, I realized he’s right, and I wished I’d listened more.

My dad has always been there for me, he taught me wrong and right

He helped me through things big and small, and things turned out alright.