Nearly 10 years ago, for my Father’s 50th birthday party, I wrote and read a poem to convey his importance to me. I recently came across this poem and decided to share it with you. However, being a better writer now than I was then, I made some revisions. Here you go:
What My Father Means To Me
What my Father means to me, I can’t find the words to say.
He does so many things, each and every day.
A kiss goodbye, a kiss hello, these are just a few ways he lets his love show.
When I was ill, as a little boy, Daddy would cheer me up with a brand-new toy.
Going to the hospital one night, with Christmas near, I asked my Father, “Will Santa still appear?”
Turning to me, with a loving smile, he said, “Don’t worry, Dad. We’ll be home in a little while”
You’ve allowed me to be myself, to fly high and free.
You saw that special someone, deep inside of me.
I’ve treasured the years we’ve had and anticipate the ones to come.
I will love you forever, and I’m proud to be your son.