Things That Daddies Do

You’re a lucky girl, you know…

Your daddy loves you ever so!

So much, my dear, that he does more

Than any man I’ve known before;

 

No matter if he’s sick or tired,

Overworked, or just plain fried

He rushes home to me and you

To care for things like daddies do.

 

He washes dishes, feeds the dog,

Runs our errands, reads my blog (J),

Gives the goats a hefty drink,

And shaves the pugs (sometimes they stink!);

 

 Stanky Amos

When the washer overflows

(Washing more baseboards than clothes),

He rolls his sleeves up every night

To fix the floor.  He makes it right.

 

Cracks attack!

If our animals are ill,

He doctors them with shots and pills.

He carries all the heavy stuff

Upstairs for Mommy.  He’s so buff!

 

He mows the grass and weedy flowers

(Which takes nearly three whole hours!),

Then cleans out all the leavings of

Miss Daphne’s box.  Now that’s pure love.

 

 

KaZOOOOOOOOOM!

 

And after all his toiling’s done,

When rest is hard-earned and won,

He doesn’t mind dinner’s not in place

‘cause Mommy’s asleep on her pregnant face.

 

He quietly munches whatever’s around,

Then pries me gently from the couch

And helps me waddle up to bed

 

So I won't fall and crack my head.

 

He kisses you and I goodnight,

Brings me water and kills the light

Then battles with a valiant will

To keep his precious scrap of quilt

 

For he won’t pull it once it’s gone

And leave us chilly all night long –

He’ll freeze and fall asleep at two,

Because that’s just what daddies do.

 

For Sweet Jason ~ Yer da bets, honey!

Love,

Mini & Heather