Sometimes I realize
How hard it must’ve been to have daughters
So many feelings, so many emotions, so many ways to do things wrong
Everyone says, poor daddy
Wouldn’t it have been easier to have boys?

We love our mother in a more similar way
And sometimes we forget
You are half of us, too
You made us who we are in more ways than we know
We feel so deeply
And love so freely
And yearn for meaning
As we know you do, too
And we get that from you

I see in myself the same childlike spark
Wanting to know how things work
Why is it like that? What does this do? Who made it this way?
That’s one of my favorite parts of me, and it’s from you
Every time I learn something new
Figure out how to fix something on my own
I have to call dad! He’s gonna be so proud of me
For caring enough to find my own way
And helping others too

Sometimes it’s hard to see the other ways we are like you too
We were taught lots of ways to be, some unintentionally
The urge to withdraw
And keep ourselves safe
But that has value too
As we grow in the solitude

But we also see your joy and fun
And love the way you jump and run
You light up our world and teach us new things
And you too have grown and become more open

Our dad is not just the man at home
He’s part of us and the way we’ve grown
He’s taught us of our immeasurable worth
And given us skills to water the earth

But even though he wants us to grow
And sprinkle our seeds everywhere we go
Proud of the things we have gone and done
Like birds he’s taught to get strong and fly

He’s always here with his arms out wide
Ready to welcome us home