Since today is Father’s Day, I thought I would like to do a different kind of tribute to dad this year. This year a bit of comedy is the theme, something my dad always enjoyed. So, here is my poem for dad on this beautiful Sunday, which is Father’s Day.

Thinking Of Dad

I think of dad with such joy,

To him I was more than “his boy”.

Oft we would laugh and have such fun,

For my best friend, he was the one.

We liked fishing, hiking and such,

Those were times we enjoyed so much.

Accident prone, that was my dad,

So I would help, with what I had.

Wide-eyed, my dad would always say,

Bonehead, don’t help, please go away!

On a hike, we would stop to eat,

Which for my dad, was quite a feat.

He would tell me, to toss his food,

But his catching, was not so good.

Sandwiches mush, coffee would spill,

And through all this, I laughed until

I could not breathe, my stomach sore,

I said to my dad, please, no more!

But later on, my dad would say,

He loved those times, with me alway.

And I can say, I love my dad,

With all those precious times we had.

©2021 Steve McLeod.