Early mornings, never late

Three times a week, that’s all it takes

Praying more, this is not your fate

Flannel sweater, worn down jeans

Avoiding sweets since you fear machines

I know you from head to toe

Way up high, way down low

From your Favorite chucks, navy blue

To your collared shirts, you swore were cool

I hug you tight before you leave

In the back of my mind, I fear I’d grieve

I say bye dad love you, don’t be late

You say I’ll be back

You just wait

One day is all it took

One year and more to go

My Father’s, love I know My Father’s love, I grow.