Being a Daddy

Dear Daddy,

You and me, we’ve shared so many memories and even more laughs.
How about we take a second and think a little bit about the
past.

You’ve been right by my side, from little problems to big mistakes
from silly little crushes to tear dropping heartbreaks.

You’ve watched me make new friends, and ditch some old,
No matter what I’ve been through your hands have always been there to hold.

You’ve told me no, but not as often as you tell me yes,
you’ve always taught me and Julian to give our best.

From daddy daughter dances to my senior prom
you’ve held your composure with a little help from mom.

Somehow you’ve dealt with the sleepovers full of giggling girls,
to me hogging the bathroom on Sunday mornings because I need the perfect curl.

You’ve always taught me to be strong,
and face my problem head on.

You tell me to never give in,
because on you and God I can always depend.

When I was little you’d come in my room at night and we’d get on our knees and pray
and even though I’m in college now you still remind me that prayer is the only way to end my day.

I remember when I was younger and baked cookies using just flour and water,
even though it was disgusting you ate them for your daughter.

How about the time you came to help out in my second grade class and because of your tall height (compared to us) and your short hair
everybody thought you were Michael Jordan, the basketball player.

One thing I love about you is that you’ve always been the best dad you could ever be, and I also love how you let me off punishment when I shed a few tears and gave a pouty plea.

I’m a Daddy’s girl, yes its true. But I wouldn’t want to be the daughter, of anybody but you.

I love you Daddy,

Raven

(This is a poem that my niece, Raven, recently wrote for her dad, my brother, Reuben.)