There’re days to fuss with knitting socks
And days to sleep or play
But the one that means the most to me
Is known as Fathers Day.
To be a Father is a calling, Not all men can claim
Responding to the family’s needs,
Providing love’s his aim
And to that end, you’ve given me
The best I know you’ve had
I wish you the best this Father’s Day
My one and only Dad.
A Short Memory
During the early days of childhood, my Dad told Bible stories to my brother and me when we were kids. Early in the morning on the weekend, we’d pile into his bed as soon as he woke. We’d start by laying on one arm, which was more comfortable for Dad with his asthma. His arm seemed so long, both of us fitted on it, and we still weren’t at the fingertips. But, being brothers next to each other, we’d start poking each other in the ribs, then punching in the ribs, then the friendly war began. Dad, trying to keep some order, would use his other arm as a crane, and hoist one of us over to the other side and continue with the story without missing a beat, as if nothing had happened.
Some of us are at that age now we take more notice of Dads. We may know people who didn’t have good Dads or recall having a Dad around at all. A good Dad is worth gold; look after him. If he has already passed, remember him. In remembering though, spare a thought for the many people who weren’t as fortunate as you with your Dad.
Enjoy Fathers Day, and thank God for all you have.