A POEM FOR DAD

Mike screams, “Great life? How would you know the difference? I’ve been shoving a silver spoon in your beak since day one. I’ve kept you comfortable when you were sick and cleaned up your poop wherever it lands. You’ve done more things, been to more places, and met more people than most humans. People call you a celebrity! You are actually a human trapped in a bird’s body and live the life most people can only dream about. I’m just your get-around guy.”

I cackle, “Dude, you’re more than that. You are my master, teacher, bodyguard, and Buber (Bird Uber). I don’t know what I would do without you. Being that it’s June and Father’s Day is right around the corner, I just wanted to wish you a happy Father’s Day dad and thank you for everything that you’ve done for me. You’ve shown me the ins and outs of human life when I decided I didn’t wanna fly or act like a bird. You made sure I got around by teaching me how to ride anything with two, three or four wheels.” With a flap of my wings, I continue, “Growing up you’ve given me the food and nutrients that I needed to become a healthy and beautiful bird. You’ve kept me safe from harm and warm when cold. You’ve given me the freedom to be me and made sure that I have been given the room to grow. You have introduced me to many interesting humans, and I’ve gotten us through doors that you probably couldn’t get through on your own. With all that said, I wrote you a poem in your honor.”

You are my hero, my shining star Guiding me through life, no matter how far. With your love and wisdom, you light the way. Dad, I’m grateful for you, each and every day. You inspire me to be strong and true.

Dad, I love you. Happy Father’s Day to you!

Wiping a tear from his eye Mike replies, “Awwww thanks for 30 great years, my little buddy. Without you I don’t know what I would be doing. If you were human, you probably would’ve left me at an early age. Found your way to the wrong side of the tracks and in need of being bailed out of jail. Or worse, popped out a prodigy, moved back home in need of me to support both of you.”

I lean over to Mike’s head and snuggle with him, cooing in his ear, “Daddy, our love for each other answers the age old question of; what is the meaning of life? Life itself has no meaning. So, life is an opportunity to create a meaning! Now would you please pull that silver spoon out of my mouth and quit throwing me under the bus! I think we deserve a little alone time together on the scoot. Go out in the garage and give it a once over including a tire check. You need to get my wings in the wind, your knees under the triple trees, and the Fat Bird 3 wheels rolling down the road.