Father’s Day Poem 2014
Wake up Hopie Doodle
or the enzymes will die
Robotically I sit up
and then open one eye
He hands me a cold glass
of juiced carrot, apple and beet.
Sometimes with ginger
for a zingy hot treat.
With a burst of nutrition
I’m fully awake
To get ready for school,
my Father to thank.
Read this he says
As he
hands me a book
A devotional from Spurgeon
I see
as I look
A preacher of preachers
He
expounds on the Word
Can’t start the day
Until
the gospel I’ve heard
Now physically and spiritually
I have
a full tank
I’m ready for life
My
father to thank.
Do you need any money?
He asks
before I go.
“Well there is one thing I need…”
I say
rather slow.
“Ask and it shall be given
He
reminds me with love
Ever ready to give
As he
slips me a side hug
He reaches into his pocket
And
just like a bank
I’m ready for necessities
My
father to thank.
Bubbling with enthusiasm
His
face shows great pleasure
To see us, his kids
His
love is beyond measure
He brags about our names
To every
waitress and cashier
My worth to my father
Has
always been clear
To be valued, believed in,
Supported
and loved
Is an experience that mirrors
Our
Father above
How lucky I am
It’s a
treasure with no rank
I’m ready for heaven
My
Father to thank
