Tears in your eyes
As you tell the story
Of rocking me to sleep
Mozart
Bach
Brahms
Midnights in January
Fussy cries subdued
By the New York philharmonic
Or the Boston pops
Depending on the season
Late night shifts
Robert frost open
On your lap
Sharing stories
I couldn’t yet grasp
And yet now
Are ones that I carry inside
My heart
Take the road less traveled
It’s always there
Lying before me
Like the countless hours
And moments together
That I cannot even recall
My luck to have a father like you
Is greater than
A four leaf clover
A horseshoe overflowing
With daisies
A rabbits foot
I’m not sure what life I lived
But I’m glad in this one
You are dad.