The Dad

“The Dad”

I have heard your stories,
a thousand times.
Of big business deals,
and some childhood crimes.
Still I love to listen,
and drink them up,
Like cold margaritas,
salt and fresh limes.
We have been on trips,
and seen so much.
like distant beaches,
national parks and such.
Thieves could steal,
my every souvenir.
But the memories made,
they cannot touch.
Our amazing God
created life,
without blueprints
or a sketchpad.
And everything he made
is  wonderful,
But I’m most grateful for…
The Dad.
Your hair is white
mine is turning grey,
And I am more aware now
of every passing day.
I guess there is wisdom
in that old cliche…
Don’t blink an eye,
because time slips away.
Our amazing God
created life,
without blueprints
or a sketchpad.
And everything he made
is  wonderful,
But I’m forever grateful
you’re my dad.