Ode to Dada

To my husband,

Happy [belated] first Father’s Day, my love. Fatherhood looks good on you and you are loved. 

A tiny body with blue eyes,
A love that made a grown man cry. 
He didn’t cry because he’s sad,
He cried ‘cuz he became a dad. 
A little life, so pure and new,
Together they will make it through. 
This baby will not stay small long,
Soon he will be grown and strong.
But, he will always need his dad,
To love him through the good and bad.