Oh father

You keep us safe. You watch our backs. You finish our food. 

You clean his cuts. You kiss his bumps. Mine, too. 

You fix his toys when they get broken. You leave him pennies he thinks are treasures. 

He makes you mad. You get upset. He makes his angry face at you. He cracks a joke or giggles with glee, and your face lights up with a smile like no one else can elicit from you. 

He thinks the world of you. And I do, too.