It would have been the grandest thing~
had we wed then, and bore offspring.

And they'd have grown to call you Pop~
and ask you for advice, but STOP...

Instead, we have the quiet life~
without the nonsense and the strife.

Without the blessed little things~
that parenthood most often brings.

The homemade gift and bedtime prayer~
the hug and kiss that shows you care.

The baseball games, the prom and date~
the stern word when she comes in late.

The BBQ for all her friends~
and be there when her marriage ends.

A shoulder in the worst of storms~
advice not taken reaps the throrns!

Family life, with all the bliss~
Instead our paths have come to this...

Your tears well up, please don't be sad
From now on, Babe, I'll call you ' Dad'.

Happy  Non-Father's Day