He made the ocean seem as if it were a puddle,
As the rolling waves of foam rose above my head.
He picked me up and saved me with a gentle cuddle,
Though the water wasn't deep, my heart was filled with dread.

He sat upon the bleachers, waved and gave a cheer,
As I counted clovers, blowing bubbles on the field.
It wasn't that important, if I was first or in the rears,
And when I hit that homer, he very nearly reeled.

Oh, the many times, I knew I'd been mistaken,
I never had to fear the judgement from his hands.
I could always count on his steadinss, unshaken,
For I knew my Daddy, was my biggest fan.

In his eyes, he was given, such a heavenly gift,
Mischievous or angelic, to him it did not matter.
When the world was cruel, into his arms I'd drift,
For my Daddy hung the moon, and God gave him the ladder.

Created With Love, For My Dad

Midi: Daddy's Hands