An Ode to a Special Dad

He’s the one she calls for, the Daddy she adores,

The one that she runs to, the minute she hears the door,

Daddy is her hero, he makes everything ok,

When he’s home, we’re altogether, she likes it best that way.

It’s not an easy job being Daddy to any child really,

But when they’re extra special, it becomes even more tricky,

The Dad is often the forgotten one, no-one ever thinks to ask…

How are you feeling? Coping? You always maintain your mask.

Behind the scenes you are vital, the one who holds us all together,

You’re the voice of reason, always there when I’m at the end of my tether,

You’re the one who calms us, makes it ok to just be,

But equally the Daddy who will fight every battle for his family.

How many times I catch you, that adoring look in your eyes,

So torn, so incredibly proud – holding back tears, trying not to cry,

Though she can’t quite say ‘Daddy’ – it gets muddled with her ‘blankie’…

It is with you, her hero, that GG is most happy.