What is a Dad?
The father is not only
the friend of somersaults on the big bed
He is Not only the tree to which I climb
like a little bear
he's not only those who tend with me the kite in the sky.
The dad is the discreet smile that pretends to nothing,
he's the good shadow of the great oak
he's the steady hand that leads me in the meadow
and over the hedge.