Dad My dad was never there Like so many fathers are My dad was always close at hand Stuck too close, always in my hair. I often wondered, what it would be like If my father didn't care Let me do my own thing Would be, kind of unfair. But dad was there to guide me Through all my troubled times Always getting in the way Stepping over all the mines. Lyn ~ June 16, 2002 © Written for our Son ~~~~~~ Please read before downloading our  "Terms of Use"  Design by Lyn 2006