The Dad of all Dad's.

 It's a poem about my Dad.
 It was written right after a poem of a little bit of self pity.
 But while writing it, I cried. He has a way of doing that to me!



 He has the shovel.
But He also has really strong hands.
He's my Daddy, He lets me sit on His lap.

He grabbed my hand today, and squeezed it real tight.
His hands are firm, yet comfortable.

He wiped my tear.
He kissed my cheek too.
I bet He's done that to you!

My Dad held me up.
He cheered me on!
"You can do this Amber" He said,  "I know you can!"

Did you know He whispered in my ear?
Yup, it's true.
It was soft, and His breath felt warm.

My Dad made me cry.
Don't worry, in a good way.
But you wanna know what else?
He let me cry on His shoulder.

Guess what?
My Dad said He would take me places.
Oh, that made me excited!
He also declared He would never let me down.
Did you know that I trust Him?

Guess what else?
My Daddy's a king.
Yes it's true.
Yeah, I know. I was blown away too.

I guess you could say, my Daddy has powers.
That would fit a king, right?
But my Daddy is more powerful
More handsome than a knight.

My Daddy's love for me is endless.
It's not black nor blue.
My Daddy told me to tell you something:
My Daddy is your Daddy too.