It was Father's Day and the kids were now ready,
everybody was excited, but dad was holding steady.
Dad didn't buy enough tickets for all of us to go,
but our schedules were so hectic how would he know?
Then at the very last, everyone showed with a smile,
and dad worried of being held at the gate for a while.
Finally, we all set out to go and all got on a train,
and soon enough we arrived at the A's baseball game.
Sadly enough, we found the game was all sold out,
and dad made a quick decision who would stay or pout.
The oldest went in the game with all the little ones,
and dad stayed behind without a daughter or his sons.
A lump had caught his throat, times to hard to endure,
his children left inside made him feel like manure.
At the end of the game there was dad at the big gate,
waiting for his kids but the 9th was running late.
Sad dad couldn't get in, for the game wasn't over yet,
and the gatekeepers all refused, with little regret.
But God looked down that day with a miracle in mind;
dad got in after the 9th, as time restored in kind.
Did you like that poem? If so, try reading more of this author's works. He co-authored the book "College By Twelve" and there you can read how he and his wife raised their first four children to start college by the age of 12. Just go to www.collegebytwelve.com