Dear Daddy
You know, it’s Thanksgiving.
Then Christmas
Then your birthday.
And I think I should write you something
Because even though I don’t show it
I am thankful for several things
One is you, of course.
You taught me how to fish.
You taught me how to hunt
You taught me how to write.

You’re my super hero
Just not in a tight spandex suit…
Usually paint-stained jeans
And maybe a presentable shirt.

You’re a teacher.
The little kids love you at your school.
You used to give out the only hugs they’d get
Now at this school, you’re the teacher
Who reads stories with funny voices.
But you know what?
You’re still my dad.
I’m almost out of High School…
Well, half-way through
And I know you can’t remember my age.
Sometimes you call me my brother
But until you call me the cat, I won’t mind too much.

Because, dad, you’re one of those things that this thanksgiving
I’m thankful for.