It is a bookend holiday with homage to all the grads at first
At least at college no more checks to quench the learning's costly thirst
At the end it is Yankee Doodle Dandy and Independence Day
Not for dad as the stress of bringing home the bacon turns all hair gray
It is in between and still in the shadows of the piles of gifts
That moms surrounded by children of all ages slowly sift
While dad if he is lucky avoids from his children another tie
But if lucky a new set of clubs, electronic or grill toys a wife may buy..
This year rightfully so it is on the longest day of the year
Dads may be in the daylight to be seen admidst the cheers
For a father is a special, special breed,
Who passes on the character and integrity seed,
Without which no child will long succeed,
And like the Higher Power above
Wraps his children in unconditional love.
(c) June 19, 2009 Michael P. Ridley