Dear Dad,

(for juniors)

I must confess that as a very young child

I loved mom first for she always wore a smile

I thought that you were really unfair

Too strict, too tough, and too severe

Of course mom was firm when she had to be

But one stern look from you was enough for me

Now that I am older I do understand

That you must have loved me as much as mom

I know why your hands were calloused and rough

You worked truly hard to provide for us

Each day you toiled without complaint

Calm or storm, sun or rain

Those same arms which seemed stiff and unyielding

Were always there to protect and shield me

I may not have seen you cry or break down in tears

But you held me when I did because you cared

Even now when I look into your eyes

Beyond the wrinkles and lines, you wear a big smile

I can see your love shining strong and true

And Dad, I've come to love and cherish you too

From Your Loving Daughter.

By Vinette Halliday

June 2001

Dear Dad

By Vinette Halliday

June, 2001