Or He Used To Be
My dad is skinny,
or he used to be.
Now he has
a pot belly.
My dad is fast,
or he used to be.
Now he trails
just behind me.
My dad is tall,
or he used to be.
Now he is only
as tall as me.
My dad is handsome,
or he used to be.
Now his face
is all wrinkly.
Despite all of this,
my dad, to me,
is the best dad
a dad could be.
Written by Ryley Booth 14 years old
Copyright © Alisa Booth | Year Posted 2011
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