Father Poem by Marva Seaton

He seems so big and strong,
And he is a hard-working man,
Yet he is never too busy,
To give me a hug and a smile,
Or to wipe the tear from my eyes.
He remembers my birthday,
He takes me for walks,
Sometimes he plays with me in the park.
He sits and talks to me sometimes,
He says ‘honey you’ve got to,
Play it by the rules,
You’ve got to do your best in school’
He scolds me sometimes,
But I really don’t mind,
Because he loves me,
And I love him too,
After all, he is my father,
And I am proud to call him dad!