I was never a daddy’s girl 
but we were both fine with that.
I was his favourite daughter 
and that was just a fact.


He would make you feel at ease 
whether you were 1 or 92, 
With a kind smile or maybe a joke 
he’d know exactly what to do. 


Dad would get away with all sorts
somehow things just worked out.
His belief in the goodness of God
was never in any doubt.


So like Dad I write these poems 
cos a speech is just not our way.
It’s easier like this 
when there is so much I could say.


Dad, you were my knight in a soft jumper
rather than shiny armour. 
All I ever could have wished for;
a truly loving father.