The man that stands tall,
he controls the land he owns.
He may be strict and unfair at times,
but he does not stand alone.

He has what we call,
a dear family.
He holds them close,
and loves them most as you can see.

He is the protector
and the hunter.
Even if all he hunts,
is a carton of skim milk from isle four.

He pays the bills,
and spoils his children.
He is what we call,
a good father who can be fun.

Yet many father's
hit their kids.
They call them names,
yet from his tongue he forbids.

He has been there
from dawn to set.
Yet he does not want to see,
his children grow up yet.

But as he grows old
yet wise as well.
He holds his wife's hand,
As he goes to his grandchildren with stories to tell.

But with many more years to come,
and wrinkles to receive.
Happy Father's Day Dad!
You mean a lot to me.

Love,
Dolores, Diana, and Victoria...

XOXO