For us.
Who had or has a father?
It's a joy to know.
This man who pretend to be a kid.
When he playing with his kids.
And similar to most mothers.
We knew he were strict on discipline.

We knew from mom that she would say.
Wait, until I tell your dad.
Okay, some folks likes to say father.

But we knew.
Who was king of the punishment.
But sometimes dad used tricks.
To pretend he was harsh.
When sometimes he simply wasn't.

But, we knew not to disrespet our mother.
Cause that in general was a different subject.
Mom was the boss.
Dad was the enforcer.

If she states to do something.
And you didn't move quick enough.
God forbid, if dad had to get involved.
Because you would regret not moving quick.

But in general.
He were fair and firm.
Even when we wanted to question's him.
He wouldn't play one over the other.
To him , we were sisters and brothers.
And we knew that he loved us.

There's no love like a father's love.
He just don't rank high in the eyes of children.
Like that of our mothers.

But his love was sincere.
And that what's truly matter.