Daddy Dearest

Well once again it’s Father’s Day 
So guess I just have this to say….

Thank you dad for all you’ve done 
You helped to shape who I’ve become,
For putting up with all my crap 
For teaching me to shut my trap 
For staying calm while I ran wild 
You must have thought “God help this child”!
And then, when I was really bad 
You charmed the police with all you had 
Convinced them I was good at heart 
Deserving of a brand new start.
  Fortunately that phase passed 
And I, it seems, grew up at last 
No more bickers, no more fights 
Except perhaps on piss up nights.
I fell in love with, several times 
Resulting in those two blue lines 
And settled with my growing brood 
All was well, life was good.
  At least for us it seemed that way 
But when we came to France to play 
The four, or sometimes five of us
Would stress you out and make you cuss 
At sticky fingers and grubby toes 
An ever running, snotty nose 
Constant calls of “Grandpa look!”
As kids appeared from every nook 
Devouring each morsel found 
No matter it was on the ground 
But ‘real’ food served at dinner time 
Set them off and made them whine
I knew it drove you crazy mad 
As I tended to each fad
But we all know that when alone 
You spoilt them rotten to the bone…..

I look at just how far we’ve come
And thank you dad for all you’ve done.