A poem for my Dad
When I talk to my daddy he always gives me his ears,
He is the
great big pebble and has no fears,
It's really fun when we play
board games after tea,
We all came to sit down and watch the
Jubilee.
When we have tea, he is always happy,
When we watch a movie
mummy's always so chatty,
When we do 3D printing it always
takes time,
When we don't like sweets, we always give daddy the
lime.
When I get sad, he always cheers me up,
When I am bored, he
tells me to read a book,
This might not be your favourite
poem,
But it was written by me,
And on the podium, you're
one two and three!
My Dad at 50
Good dads are rare,
Smart ones are too,
But I hit the
jackpot,
By having a dad like you.
He's very kind,
And he's very loving,
He has a good
mind,
And he can't stop hugging.
He is the best dad,
There's nothing to change,
Apart from
when he is sad,
When he can't go to the golf range.
He enjoys going out cycling,
And wearing skinny jeans,
People
say it's a mid life crisis,
But I don't know what that means.
You may think he is getting older,
He can get a free flu
jab,
But I don't see him differently,
He will always be my
Dad!
My Dad at 50
Thank you Dad
In the early light of the morning,
With his tools laid out by the car,
My dad beside me, strong and wise,
Together, we make memories that will go far.
He teaches me what to do,
I always sit and talk,
With laughter echoing in our driveway,
When he’s finding the right torque.
When trouble arise’s, he stands so tall,
With patience, he talks me through it all,
A mentor, a friend, in every way,
In his support, I find my way.
With oil-stained hands and smiles so bright,
Rebuilding the car, can be a fight.
In each little challenge, a lesson unfolds,
With my dad, every moment is gold.
The best person I’ve ever known,
In his love, I have truly grown,
With gratitude I hold so close,
You’re there when I need you most.