Fathers Day
 
 

The morning sun comes bleeding through, the curtain in our room
the smell of coffee engulfs the air, taking away the morning gloom
I hear the children down the hall, running toward the bed
I pull up the covers, as if to hide my head

Momma is in the kitchen, making breakfast now for you
she said it's something special, because of her love so true
She said this is your day, and you should lay and rest
Daddy, you know we love you, to us you are the best

She told us that she'd be right in, and for us to go and play
then just as fast as they appeared, they also ran away
I hear the door shut to their room, as her steps came down the hall
I hear her yell out to the kids, don't jump on the bed, or you'll fall

Then my love one entered, an apron is all she wore
she placed the tray upon the stand, then turned to closed the door
She curled up right beside me, she turns me on this way
then she whispers in my ear, Happy Fathers Day

Dave W Hartman

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