My son brought home
an early Father's Day gift,
a rock he painted as a craft.
I sat it on a shelf
to keep my books propped up.
Whenever I catch a glimpse
I think how weird it is
to see the word dad
in reference to myself.
My son brought home
an early Father's Day gift,
a rock he painted as a craft.
I sat it on a shelf
to keep my books propped up.
Whenever I catch a glimpse
I think how weird it is
to see the word dad
in reference to myself.