Iíd like to write a tribute to a man that I admire.
The best ex-something a girl, ever could acquire.
I can not call him ex-husband for never were we wed.
Can not call him ex-boyfriend for fear would be misread.
For he is more then either, would rather call him friend.
There for all lifeís trials, someone on whom I can depend.
I remember when I met him, I was pregnant with a child
he asked if he could feel her move, I remember how he smiled.
I was just a young girl, unwed mother left alone,
didnít know how to raise a child, for I was barely grown.
Thatís been about 10 years ago, we later had a son.
Heís supportive and understanding, a better father, there is none.
He loves his son, loves his daughter, though their blood is not the same.
He would die for both of them, so what matters in a name?
We share the truest of joint custody, a week they spend with each.
We tried the every other weekend, no compromise could we reach.
He loves his kids, he wants them near, how could I deprive this man
of sharing his life with his children and doing all he can.
So hereís a tribute to a good guy, as a Daddy heís a winner.
It takes more to be a father then just contributing the fastest swimmer.