The journey to becoming a man is often left unsaid.
From the tribes of Africa, to the plains of America,
Each footstep gets closer and closer ahead.
I often think back to my father, so young, so strong, and so scared.

Already having another daughter, and now having another pair.
I ask the question, how could he bare?
The fact of starting another life, marrying another wife,
And attempting the job to prepare, to be super dad, father of the year.

But, he’s the best man in my life, my role model, second to Christ.
Not perfect, but he’s mine.
My dad, so many things come to my head.

I hope to be half the man you are as I grow older.
For I know you’ll always be with me,
Keeping an arm over my shoulder.

Because looking in the mirror,
I can’t help but to see you.
Please bless me with the knowledge and the wisdom
To be you.
Thank you, and continue to be my dad.

I Love you.