A Happy Dad Cried

When my first girl was born, in the wee hours of morn,

In all of that happiness, I cried, but didn’t tell

Twin sons followed, one being loud and one whizzing away

And this dad cried, praying that all would be well

A second baby girl

A little late, but bright-eyed

Another first daughter/dad date.

A dad of four now, I cried.

First day of school, sending them on a bus and away

Who would of thunk it, I cried on that day

Proud moments in life, proud moments at school plays

Taking them to school and looking both ways

Wrestled with the boys and sang to the girls

Sinatra and Elvis, oh the steps and the twirls

Cartoons and movies, they used my leg as they sat

Like birds on a branch, watching Cat in the Hat

Those days gone by, now turned into years

Happy and sad ones with many tears

There will be more days like them, and that’s no guess

Weddings, and grandbabies, now I digress

To be the best dad I could, I tried and tried

To be the happiest and proudest dad, at times, I cried