My father,

World traveler,

Humble but proud,

With stern hands,

But a soft gaze, 

Who Talks honestly,

But never excessively, 

And Loves selectively,

But always wholly,

Advocates education,

But misspells “Salad”

 

My father, 

An ass to some, 

A friend to many,

Gullible to none,

And a Dad to two. 

They say I look like him 

But there’s no way I do.