[NicknamedBob]

Graphic by MamaBear

Dad Comes Home

When Dad comes home it’s Holiday, just any time of year.
My Daddy makes me glad to see him when he’s here.
I think my Mom gets jealous, because I make a fuss,
But heck, I’ve got her all the time, and Dad comes home to Us!!

I greet him at the doorway. I like to get a hug.
I’d run to get there quicker but I stumble on the rug.
But Daddy always catches me, he watches me real good,
And I’d go off with him to work, at least, I wish I could.

But I must stay with Mommy, we need to practice smile,
So that we will be ready when he comes back after while.
It is a game like peek-a-boo. We play it every day.
We have to do it all the time. He’s not so good at play.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . June 19,2004
© 2004

[MEG33]

Lovely!

[JustAmy]

Thank you for the post NnB.

I looked at that graphic and poem before I chose the other. Both are very good poems for Father’s Day.

Thanks for sharing them with us.