My Faux Pas
Something for my dad on Father’s Day.
My Faux Pas.
It’s easy to be a father,
harder to be a dad.
The first a slip with passion,
The other a choice to have.
A mother labours hard
And invests all she has
A father might not know it
Until he becomes a dad.
A father gives a little
A dad gives all he’s got.
A father loves his lover
A dad loves his lot.
My dad is not my father
But he loves me as his own.
He made the choice, you see
To dismiss blood and bone.
This daughter loves her dad
And thanks him for all he’s been,
All the good he’s done for me,
Much of it gone unseen.
All I have to say
On this and every day
“I love you, dad.”
– Amelia Beare
