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
All the parenting joys and highs
And singing all those lullabies
The valleys and lows
Take just like the wind blows
To watch it from up close
Giving medicine in measured dose
Turning daughters into women
And sons into men
Hope they never forget the lessons taught
From the knee its was wrought
Pop is always providing and instructing
Protecting and giving love everlasting
Saving from life’s monsters his little one
Because a Dad’s work is never done
Uplifting, encouraging, watching
The fruits of his labor producing
Pride swells in his heart
Even though now they are apart
But always in the child’s very soul lives
The love and lessons their Father gives- Sharnell Blevins
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