Dad

This was a poem I wrote to my dad when I was 11

Who goes to work day and night,

and asks can he have a bite.

Who is always there for us.

Whose brown boots take the bus.

Is making money for food and drinks.

Who tells me I'm a good sport.

Whose days are hard and might.

Can't take a break from his work.

Who used to own a dog.

Who never comes home a lot,

we still love him lots and lots.