I was asked to write a poem for the father of a beautiful one year old by his mother so that she could make him a special card. This is the poem:
A year ago, I was a newborn;
You promised, to help me grow to a woman.
I promise, that if you really try;
I will always meet you half way.
Treat me affectionately;
And I will always run to you,
Even when your arms are empty.
The news today is that even on Father’s Day;
You are my gift – Daddy.
– L.J. Lenehan –