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Melissa Hardie Jun 2010
With my anti-alien bubble helmet
I chase the evil space kitties for Mom,
running them away from her food whenever she yells
"BUG! Get the kitties!"

Mommy and I are perfect for each other.
Both Tauruses, both born the same week even
we shadow each other in form and function,
fat, happy, and getting gray.

She lets me protect her, and I let her
put stupid hats on my head so she can laugh
because above all, I want her happy.
Because that's my job.

I can't think of any place I'd rather be
than at her side, sleeping, playing, just being
together until I'm old and gray and can't play.
I don't worry.

I'm Mommy's little girl.
Written for Bug, my heeler/lab mix. I rescued her her from a shelter, and had her for 13 years before she passed away (Memorial Day Weekend, 2010)  due to cancer. She had a great life, and was a great dog. I miss her, still.
Amanda Kay Burke Oct 2020
We have imperfections
That is clear to see
There are many subjects
On which opinions disagree

Find ourselves butting stubborn heads
Perhaps the reason why
Is we are both Tauruses
The bull of the zodiac signs

All mixed in conversation
We smile then we glower
One moment words honey sweet
Next sentences sour

But though we sometimes fight
Would not ever trade
In for a different dad
Hope you feel the same

And asking me to change ways
Is only because you care
Wish I could take my habits off
Like clothing I wear

When you look disappointed
Pains me inside
It feels like you don't notice
How hard I tried

It is not easy to make you proud
With the life I live
No matter how you disapprove
Still find a way to forgive

When I was younger remember on drives
You would always stop to get us ice cream
Spoiled me to the point that if not
I would throw a fit and scream

Looking at my younger self
Shake my head and laugh
Wishing I had realized from the start
How fast it flies
This short life we have

When I needed breaks from school
You would allow me to play hookey
Knew staying home one day wouldn't hurt
I would sleep in and chill in my hoodie

When I searched for guidance
Every topic open
Most supportive parents in the world
Inappropriate and outspoken

You may not behave like other dads
More than one occasion forgot
Picking me up from volleyball practice
Hour late pulled in the parking lot

But I would not ask you to change a thing
Love you just the way you are
Scruffy
Honest
Embarrassing
Drinking out a Mason jar

I am lucky I get to call you my father
Might have your fair share of flaws
When it comes to being there for me
Deserve a round of applause

I know if ever needing to seek help
To turn to you without hesitation
Genorosity is unconditional
Beyond all reciprocation

I will not get the chance to pay you back
Think we both know that is true
Best I can do is say "Thank you for everything"
And strive to one day be like you
This one's for you Dad

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