Father’s Day, 2003,
wonder what’s ahead for thee.
You toil, you slave,
try to be brave
and sometimes
even dare to behave.

You smile,
you grump,
you get in a frump,
but you never cease
to make our hearts thump.

Could golf be
what’s up your sleeve,
from tasks and duties
would you like reprieve?

Or might you like to toss a ball
and echo just what made you tall.
For in our eyes,
you’re number one
for hugs and swings
and scads of fun.

So if you’d like
some peace and calm
just let us see
your upturned palm.
We’ll high-five you
with the greatest glee
and for awhile
just let you be!

Make no mistake,
dear, Father, Dear,
you’ve proved the best
year after year.

To let you go
forever, No!
For where’d we get
our needed dough?

©June 15, 2003