To My Dad

I’ve always called on dad when a problem arises.
I know he can fix it and deal with unanticipated surprises.
Some how, some way he always manage to save the day
But occasionally the problem gets bigger along the way
He will try and he’ll think, but no solution comes to sight.
Then he gives up, only to come back with all his might

And when the day is done and work hours gone
And the thing still isn’t fixed-the war is on.
That problem won’t last when he is in battle mode
He will overcome obstacles and win the gold.
Bad catalytic converters to broken windows
Is there something he can’t fix? Nobody knows!

That’s not the reason I love him, I’d love him anyway.
He’s the best, he’s the greatest, what more can I say.
He’s all I’ve ever known and all I’ve ever had
He’s the irreplaceable Big Kahuna and he’s my dad.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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