A Father's Tale, Told with a Smile and a Sigh
Oh, fathers, those creatures of socks and of ties, With jokes that fall flat and affectionate sighs. They're the ones who teach us to ride a two-wheel, Then yell from the porch, "Don't forget to use your heel!"
They build us forts epic, with blankets and chairs, Where dragons reside and imaginary bears. They're chefs of burnt hotdogs and champions of swings, With bellies that wobble and wisdom that sings.
Their knowledge, a treasure, though sometimes obscure, Like the best way to grill or the perfect car cure. They fix all our boo-boos, both physical and sad, With a kiss on the forehead and, "There, there, don't be bad!"
They cheer at our triumphs, however minute, A wobbly first step or a spelling bee victory, genuine. They're patient with tantrums, though eyebrows may rise, And dry tearful cheeks with a twinkle in their eyes.
They teach us about life, though their methods are strange, Like leaving us lost in a grocery store's maze. "Just be brave, little one," they'd confidently say, As panic would rise with each passing display.
But then, like a knight, they'd heroically appear, Wiping away tears with a comforting cheer. They taught us resilience, that getting lost is okay, As long as you find your way back, come what may.
Teenage years arrive, a whirlwind of woes, Curfews we fight and slamming back doors. Their patience is tested, their wisdom ignored, Yet love for their child, forever implored.
They ground us, yes, sometimes, for reasons unclear, But in their stern gaze, a silent love, ever near. They teach us responsibility, the value of time, With chores and allowances, a slow, steady climb.
Through heartbreaks and crushes, they offer a hand, A silent understanding, in this emotional sand. They may not quite grasp the lingo we speak, But their love fills the void, the comfort we seek.
As we grow up and leave the nest, take to flight, Their hearts may feel heavy, with a touch of the night. But pride fills their eyes, as they watch us unfold, The seeds of their teaching, taking strong hold.
They become our confidants, friends by our side, Sharing worries and dreams, a love that can't hide. They cheer at our weddings, with tears in their eyes, Happy for the new chapter, the love that now ties.
And when they become dads themselves, silver hair gleaming, Their wisdom they share, a never-ending stream. They teach their own children, the stories of old, Of burnt hotdogs, lost socks, and a love to be told.
So here's to the fathers, the strong and the silly, The fixers, the storytellers, a bit sentimental, truly. They may not be perfect, their jokes may fall flat, But their love for their children, that's where it's at.
Thank you, dear Dad, for the laughter, the tears, For the lessons you taught us, dispelling all fears. You're a hero, a friend, a rock in the storm, And the love that you share keeps us forever warm.
