Growing Up

The world is full of wonder for a child such as I.

I marvel at a drop of dew, and the distance to the sky.

I wonder how the birds fly and where the catfish hide.

And through this fascinating world my Daddy is my guide

"What holds the stars up Daddy?", "Does 'Ice-cream' start with 'I'"

"Animals don't talk like us. But why Daddy? Why?"

"Where am I when I'm asleep? Why's the grass so green?"

My Daddy is the smartest man the world has ever seen.

He likes the pictures that I color and the animals that I draw.

He says my buildings out of blocks are the best he ever saw.

At night I rush to meet him and he hugs me warm and tight.

And when we're all together, I know that everything's alright.

Now I've matured, and he has aged, and as we page through time.

I take respite in my memories of a childhood sublime.

No fancy cars, No great big house, No wardrobe fair and fine

But what he gave I hold dear. My father gave his time.