i’m a dad for the third time
I’m a dad for the third time
i’m not even tired.
it makes no sense how this transpired.
i should be “sleepy” and oh “so exhausted” they say
but my newest son and kids need me more and more each day.
perhaps i am exhausted and i just can’t see
but the badge i have now says “father of three.”
that badge is so special and i wear it with pride
for being a good man and great dad comes from inside.
i cook, i clean, i do the dishes,
i don’t touch the laundry per my wife’s wishes.
i am a man and a dad through and through
i even drive a minivan too.
even as i type this i hunt and peck with just one hand
to hope this poem speaks to other dads across the land.
see, i only have one hand because i am holding my baby in the other
to hold him true and strong so he can be a great brother.
what was once man to man
is now zone for three.
for those of you who missed that,
it was a basketball analogy.
I’m good at this dad thing
ive had a few tries.
but whoever says its easy is tellin’ some lies.
so onward i go just trying to be,
the best dad i can…an ironDAD for three!
