Glad He's My Dad

A pat on the back, for a job well done
and it's from  a caring dad, to his son.
I look back at the years, and wonder why
My dad had the patience, surely he'd sigh.
Again, a son had screwed up or even worse,
but it was never too bad, he wasn't a curse.
I'm glad my dad had the patience to wait,
Until that son had matured, it would be great.
And now I'm older, and learned a few things,
I'm walkin' the line, as Mr. Cash sings.
But years ago, I had moved away to learn
the ways of life, work, school, how to earn.
I worked here and there, learning the ropes for sure
And soon realized I had a brain, it wasn't just manure.
So I pulled up my socks, and to college I went,
and my dad was always there for the stamps that I spent.
He's write a page or two, maybe just a note
and always encourage me, he commonly wrote;
I'm proud of you son, you are doing so good
And I'd stop to remember, having to repile some wood.
The lessons I learned were not all from at work
Some were from at home, when I'd been a jerk.
I remember repiling a wood pile, cause it wasn't done right
Or getting into trouble, 'cause of another big fight.
It took many years for me to grow up, and act like a man
And still to this day, I haven't grown all that I can.
But I do stop to remember, I have someone to talk too whenever
Through email, phone, letter, it won't last forever.
So I will cherish little notes, stories or a poem
Even as I fish in my boat, or wherever I do roam.
I look at my family, and see the task, I am a dad.
And I hope I can be as good as the one that I've always had.
May I be able to be there for my kids, be a super dad too
And be able to say, I'm proud, good job, I'm so glad for you.

Thanks for being a great dad, no matter what, no matter when
I know there's a reward for a good dad. Love always, your son Ken.