When our little girl spoke words that blew us away

With a "as-a-matter-of-fact" tune, she said
"Papa, you only do two things here at home,
You change clothes and turn off the lights."

One day, I hope our kids will know
That papa does more things and not just two
He changes clothes so he can toil the soil and provide for us
And turn off the lights to hide his weary body and let it pass.

You may not see him long enough everyday
But his thoughts are with us even if he's far away.
It pains him when he left for work without your byes
Even more when he comes home with your closed eyes.

If he wraps his heavy legs on you two
Don't complain, instead hug him tight and give him what he's due
If he teases and make fun of you
Laugh with him, so you won't miss it when you grow.

Thank the Lord above, for He gave you a father like him
A father of few words who stands firm on everything he says
Even if it meant for you learning the hard ways.
And this I'm sure, not even a pot of gold can make him look sideways
For he's soul and heart will forever lead back home to us
Even if it meant always chasing the last Ceres bus.