A Piece of Colored Paper
A piece of colored paper made his card
when I was five, for happy Father’s day.
I hoped that he would like it and that dad
would smile at it and so my fears allay.
As I grew older, then there came my son.
A smiling lad, so busy, full of joy
He made a card for me and then I smiled,
remembering when I was just a boy.
My children all are grown, but still they call
To wish me happy Father’s day each year
I think I understand my father now,
those little things that always brought him cheer.
The crayon cards and happy calls are nice,
my children’s voices coming through the line.
But all I ever really want from them.
To know they love their dad like I do mine.