Each day he makes the beds
Cracks jokes only his two kids can hear
Tending to omlets with Jesus bread
A bit of Avocado one one
Grass fed ground beef on another
He rakes, he shovels
He bakes
He pats Otis on the head
Drives his kids to class
And even brings hot chocolate
Double fisted to Zeb and Dorothy
Scrubs the bathrooms
Fixes the cabinets that have a mind of their own
Allows all Ike’s friends and then some for sleepovers
Turns down the heat
Opens up his heart
And still he loves her still
Even after all these years
Misses her
Wishes she were there
Sharing in their family
Only the good-hearted survive
Only the man who loves to serve
And be with his kids
May we all grow up to be him
The good father