Telva D. Bolkcom

(Athol, Idaho)

He's My Dad

Poem by Telva D. Bolkcom

Any man can be a father,
but it's different when he's your Dad.
He's with you through thick and think,
the best friend you ever had. He shows you how to do things,
like hit a ball or throw a rope.
He never laughs, first time you try,
or treats you like a dope. Then when you're kinda scared,
and you'd really like to cry,
he seems to know just how you feel,
and only asks--you try. He's gentle when you're hurting,
very hard when you've been bad.
But I've never had a better friend,
than this man I call my DAD.

Comments about He's My Dad by Telva D. Bolkcom

  • dissatified exmember (2/1/2005 2:14:00 AM)

    You are very lucky to have a great Dad. Remember to shorten those lines.It makes the poem a little longer but will read better.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003