I don't remember the day I was born,
I bet you do, though.
You said you were beyond happy,
And all I can do is believe that's true.
Thank you for the things that you do.
You lifted me higher than I had ever been before,
In your strong arms I knew I wouldn't fall.
As a young child I screamed of joy,
Mom looked on with a mock caution,
Her smile just as obvious as yours,
We were happy, and I wish we'd always be.
When I was injured, you'd turn your head and ask,
Whether I was okay or not.
Even though it was a small scrape,
So easily covered with a Band-Aid,
No one asked later on, so I remember now.
Hot Saturday evening recalled,
It was maybe a June or July, 2012,
The humidity of the air clinging to our shirts,
As we dipped our feet into a liquid-soft sky.
The house was almost ready for us,
Being number two in our Florida home.
The refreshment of the pool is still amazing,
The things you do for me are too.
We left the life I was beginning to establish,
Four years later from living in that house.
Inside the twisting corridors of my colorful mind
I realized you did nothing to deserve my tears,
For you were fulfilling your father's responsibility,
To bring change and teach me how to move on.
We stand here now as a family,
I'm different and you are too,
But what's true is that you are my father,
My one and only father - And you--
Will always be.
Happy Father's Day, Dad,
And don't you forget that.