Poem: Dada

Being a dad is absolutely my favorite thing, but there are times is exhausting

Dadda! Dadda! Dadda!

Why do they call me so incessantly?

Can’t they see?

How tired I be

And how I need

to rest

Dadda! Dadda! Dadda!

Sometimes it’s so difficult

To endure all their calls

For cups

For snacks

For anything

Dadda! Dadda! Dadda!

God I love them but sometimes

I just need them to mind

And not call me every minute

Especially when I’m on the toilet

Leave me be

Dadda! Dadda! Dadda!

I know that I’ll survive

But sometimes I have to strive

Not to just run away and hide

Or wish I weren’t alive

I need some rest

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