He gave up his dreams,
Works a job he doesn't much like.
But it's good money
And helps put food on the table.
He takes out the garbage
And helps with the dishes.
Patiently explains homework
And suffers through SpongeBob.
Weekend fishing trips
That only last a couple hours
Because the kids get bored,
And refuse to touch something slimy.
He doesn't complain.
Doesn't mind being
The Mighty Spider Killer
In a house full of females.
When asked why
He does all he does
He only smiles
And says " I'm the Dad."
He does more
Than most fathers.
Sometimes more
Than some mothers.
Doesn't expect praise
Or recognition.
Maybe a hug
And a goodnight kiss.
Just says it's right
And how it should be.
They're his girls
And he's The Dad. |