Father of Mine
He is my protector
I stand through his lectures
Always watching
Always helping
Sometimes He's misunderstood
I would understand him if I could
Sometimes he comes off mean
Its very keen
But what he's really doing
Is trying to be loving
He sometimes doesn't know how to show it
I didn't come with an instruction kit
Mom gets mad and he gets me in trouble
Then he likes to giggle
And try to cuddle
He confuses me
But that is not my plea
So I better get in line
For that father of mine
Copyright © Taylor Harris | Year Posted 2008
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