A Father's Day Poem for All You Fathers Out There

My boss just dropped off a copy of the below poem, as an ode Father's Day. While we currently don't have any boys, the sentiments such wonderful scenarios conjure are the same even with little girls. Being a dad is one of the greatest joys in a life. I thank God for this gift (and the grace not to botch up my job too poorly!). I opine that mornings are truly the best moments to spend with kids. Some of my best memories are in the morning bed or sipping coffee on the living room couch, observing the shenanigans all around. Here's, then, to all fathers:

This Morning in a Morning Voice

by Todd Boss

to beat the froggiest

of morning voices,

my son gets out of bed

and takes a lumpish song

along—a little lyric

learned in kindergarten,

something about a

boat. He’s found it in

the bog of his throat

before his feet have hit

the ground, follows

its wonky melody down

the hall and into the loo

as if it were the most

natural thing for a little

boy to do, and lets it

loose awhile in there

to a tinkling sound while

I lie still in bed, alive

like I’ve never been, in

love again with life,

afraid they’ll find me

drowned here, drowned

in more than my fair

share of joy.