You may not have been there at the start of my young life,
But as soon as you walked in and made my mum your wife,
I knew that you were perfect, the only one who could
Be a second father and raise me well and good.
We shared a love of dinosaurs, you helped me read the books,
Taught me of ‘evil biscuits’ and ignored my mother’s looks!
You worked so very hard, I missed you while you were away,
You always sent me postcards, and letters so I knew you were here to stay.
You fought for me in high school, found me a better place,
You gave me opportunities and I thought you were ace!
We all went off to China, Lanzerote, USA,
You might be a hard worker but you still knew how to play!
Through troubles big and troubles small, through illness in my head,
You’ve been right there beside me, I know the tears you’ve shed.
You may not understand me but still you help me fight,
And in my darkest hours, you’ve been my guiding light.
You let me move back home with you, supported me through hell,
You’ve seen me at my worst and, as yet, rarely seen me well.
You let me join your bowling group, and took me every week,
You’ve always had a faith in me, even when it all looked bleak.
And then we nearly lost you, but you weren’t ready to go,
Thank God he didn’t take you, you’re more loved than you know.
And so we trekked to Spain and back for warmth and sunny climes,
And after all that awful stress, we’ve had some real good times.
There’s so much more you’ve done for me, far more than I can say,
But I do not wish to bore you, or take up all your day!
This poem was to tell you, that you are loved so much,
Despite the fact that sometimes you talk in double Dutch.
So even though I call you by your first name, please be sure
That I consider you my father, each day more and more.
And know that despite the fact you weren’t there from the start,
That you have made being a father not just a calling, but an art.