Poem

Dad; your still very special to me;
In the wind and the sun and the rain
as the years fold away into one
you continue to be my someone.

I was eight when I stole that jelly-baby
the last present from me to you.
A birthday box for you
that you blindly took from me.

It didn't matter you couldn't see me
you never managed that; yet
your love shone through
with every note from your throat.

I loved you for being you
just as you loved me for ever.
I dreamt of you at my wedding
and have done until now.

The song in my heart sings sweetly
for my dad; a man to be proud of.
A man who knew all about fairness
my funny and kind dearest dad.