There are men out there 
Who claim the title
Of “father” and “dad” 
They talk, all that talk 
But never really 
Walk the Walk 
They “pay” their dues
But you never see them 
Those men don’t show 
Their faces in crowds 
Or in the stands 
They are always late 
Even when they set the time
Their entitlement supersedes all else
But you….You, always show up. 
If you’re late, there’s a reason 
That is never your own
You let it be known why
Apologies are something you aren’t afraid of 
Tender words and kind eyes
Are never far away
Every band practice, recital, 
Concert, skinned knee and parent pick up 
Every friend tift, broken heart, awards ceremony 
Thank you for everything 
Most of all…
For being so deserving 
Of such a holiday.
You’re the best 
We could have ever hoped for, 
And so much more.