Even though you’re not blood kin
And to this family you were married in
Even though you didn’t calm nighttime fears
And dry all of those foolish tears
Even though you didn’t worry through childhood diseases
Hear the coughs and God Bless the sneezes
And even though you didn’t tend skinned knees
Or push me in a swing through the breeze.
You’re my Pop and I love you a lot
And I don’t think about what you’re not
I know you’re here to stay, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now grown-up games we play and I thank God for you every day.
So don’t worry or think about the even thoughs
Just concentrate on the What I Knows.
What I know is that you married my Mother
And I sure am glad she didn’t marry any other.
What I know is what’s in my heart and soul
And I know you’ll be my Pop until I grow old.
I love you Pop,
June 15, 2002 for Father’s Day.