Father's Day Fun

Father’s Day is special,
We always have such fun.
We go to the sandy beach to play,
There’s lots of room to run.
 
We make sand castles in the sand,
And Dad enjoys lying in the sun.
Running up and down the beach,
That’s what I call fun.
 
I know it’s Father’s Day,
But he enjoys it too.
We get to share some quality time,
We don’t often get to do.
 
He glows with joy to be with me,
I walk behind him in the sand,
But I could never fill his footprints,
If you knew him you’d understand.
 
My Dad’s the very best I know,
At least he is to me.
He takes me to places kids love,
Like beaches by the sea.
 
I like to watch him when he’s sleeping,
And think how great a Dad to me,
And hope some day I can be a Dad,
As special to my kids as he.
 
He works hard to take care of us,
But never does he complain.
We do get on his nerves at times,
But he loves us just the same.
 
When the day is over,
And we just sit and rest,
I know he must be tired,
For I put him through the test.
 
Mom comes in to snuggle up,
And that completes our day,
Dad on one side and me the other,
We’re happier that way.
 
When bed time comes and I get sleepy,
Dad takes me to my bed,
He reads my book to me each night,
And strokes my wooly head.
 
It feels so good to know he’s there,
And I feel so safe and warm.
I know that no one will hurt me,
He’ll keep me safe from harm.
 
I rest so good because I know,
He’ll still be there you see,
I’ll watch for him as he comes home,
From my tree house he built for me.
 
Not just any one can do these things,
That my Dad has done for me,
He’s one Dad in a million,
A big guy about six three.
 
If I will do the things he says,
I can grow tall and strong,
But never will I ever fill his shoes,
For that’s where he belongs.
 
Faye Reyenga  © 6/14/2009
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