I’ve tried to remember what makes a good Dad
Like he’s always there whenever I’m sad
He’s taken for granted throughout his life
Special occasions are left to his wife

But father’s day makes me think of the times
You put me to bed and told nursery rhymes
Being so young I didn’t understand
How good it felt just holding your hand

Whenever I needed support with a task
Who would I turn to who would I ask
Never too busy to stop and to talk
Always prepared to say “Let’s have a walk”

The older I got my problems grew too
And sometimes I didn’t know just what to do
You always had answers to clear up my woes
A typical lad and his Dad I suppose

It’s now that I realise just what I’ve got
A typical Dad is something you’re not
I still have the chance to hug you and say
How much I love you on this Father’s Day