Daddy-O by Allie Fuller

The music and movies and games that I love, they came from my dad with a gentle nudge.

The joy that you feel at that first Christmas snow? That is, in essence, my sweet daddy-o.

Ever the jokester and laughing galore, he is the one who I most adore.

We swam and we sang and we played all day,but as I got older, he started to fray.

His knees became sore, his eyes a bit dim—so different from when I was little with him.

He worked and he slept, wore a quiet disguise,while teenage daughters rolled their eyes.

And just when the sparkle seemed nearly all gone, a baby arrived—a new kind of dawn.

One, then another, then three full of glee—the last of them proudly his little queen bee.

The joy that felt lost came back full and true,our dad became “Grampa” and everything grew.

If “Dad” was his best role, we now surely know,“Grampa” lit up his soul with a glow.

So here’s to the man who still steals the show—my first love, my always—my sweet Daddy-O.

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Mom of three and Coordinator of the Dufferin Film Festival, Allie Fuller is a spunky, unapologetic voice from Orangeville, Ontario. She lives at the intersection of film, music, and motherhood, where chaos meets creation.

@sinister.barbie