Author Unknown
My father is a Navy Man,
And now I've learned to see
How this life gives, as well as takes,
And what it's meant to me.
Yes, I have had a treasured life,
Thats shown me how to grow.
I'd never change it; though before
This wasn't always so.
Forever moving, never still,
From place to different place,
Our homes have numbered many--
Each address a town or base.
I still recall my father's way,
Those times when he'd come back,
To kiss my mom, then bodly state,
"We're transferred; start to pack".
Sometimes this was a hateful blow!
And times my heart would cry.
My friends, I'd have to let them know;
My dearest friends...good-bye.
I use to leave a hidden thing--
A pin; a strand of hair;
For though we were forever gone,
A bit of me stayed there.
When I was small I never knew,
Or cared, just what he did;
Or why he'd somtimes hold me tight
And say, "You're worth it, kid."
I knew, of course, my dad sailed ships,
When most kid's dads did not.
I also knew with sad resign,
Ships kept him away a lot.
I watched how mom would worry,
When his ship was overdue.
But yet each time I knew he'd come,
And bring a gift or two.
And what a dazzling sight he gave,
This small, adoring daughter,
Dressed tall in white;
And I'd brag, "This is MY father"!
My Navy dad has taught me much,
His gift to me is rare;
My friends are many races,
And my home is everywhere.
I know now that our country's great,
And that our lives are free,
Because my dad's a Navy man,
And means the world to me.