The Single Father

I was a single father raising my child It had been hard for quite a while. Having my parents watch him during the day And no other child with which to play. I would walk in the door and he would jump with joy, this was my little boy. I would give him horsy back rides And he would laugh until he cried. We would play “ hide n seek” And thru his fingers he would peek. Then we’d run around playing tag He’d laugh so hard that he would gag. He had such a shrilling laugh That the gasses I would pass. Then he’d laugh even harder This is my son, and I his father. Now he is in school learning to read and write And his grades are dynamite. I come home from work and still Make time to play. And I thank GOD for him every day. A father and son playing together In this life what can be better? It can be better when you have a boy and girl to share your life. The boy will go thru cuts and scrapes And she will go thru satin and lace. She will pick out her own dress to wear And certain secrets with you she’ll share. She will play with her dolls and toys And capture the hearts of all the boys She will become the soft side of you For this is what little girls do. So to all the single fathers still out there This is my poem with you I’ll share. Not many fathers will accept responsibilities But there are some out there like you and me.