This bit of prose is dedicated to my Husband, his Father, and of course, my own Dad. Happy Father’s Day!
Its interesting how it begins
A little bit of lovin’
Two people together like husband and wife
The beginning is here for a new life
Which grows and grows in the tummy of another
The one that would be called its mother
But, let’s not forget the other one
That happens to start as someone’s son
He may not have grew the baby in his body
No less important He is now a Poppy
It really is somethin’ , to be his child’s hero
He watches his child grow from zero
Form diapers to prom to college you loan
To even getting a place on their own
You train them for life
And pray they have no strife
From football to ballet
To graduation day
You teach and discipline them
And catch the growing and fun on film
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