My Father

Since today is my father's birthday, I decided that I should write him a poem. This is his poem, and I am sharing it with you.

The one that tickles you while you’re asleep,

The one you tell your promises you both intend to keep.

The one who has an extensive collection of ties he never wears,

The one who holds you tight at random moments ‘cause he cares.

The one who has a belly laugh that echoes all around,

The one who snores at night, shaking the windows with the sound.

The one who works real hard each day so we can have some money,

The only one who ever dares to call our Mother ‘honey’.

The one with arms so open wide, the perfect length for hugs,

The one who has several sizes of coffee mugs.

The one who plays with you, and still’s a good sport when he loses,

The one who wiggles his socked foot from open-toed shoeses.

The one who’s up all day and night doing the oddest things,

The one who doesn’t care how off tune he is, he still sings.

The one who is an example of the father up above,

Who showers all his daughters with a special kind of love.

Copyright July 3, 2015, by Christina Gatchel (otherwise known as Chris-the-awesome). This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.