This Year, I hope to be more understanding

Dad, you come home late, dark circles under your eyes, and you walk slowly towards your room and collapse onto the bed. I complain, you listen, I complain, you nod, I complain some more, but you dont shout at me. You say you understand, but I say you dont.

You've taught me life lessons, you've taught me how to handle problems, you make me feel protected, you pass word of wisdom. You're like a sun to me, always there, beaming light and warmth of my life. But still I would complain, to an innocent person like you, as if the love you gave me, was not enough.

This year, I hope to be more understanding. I'll greet you with a warm smile, when you come home late from work, I will respect you, because you are my rock and sun.

This year, I hope to be more understanding. I'll let you sleep when you're tired, I'll listen to you, I will not complain.

You give me shelter of care, you've taught me what's right and wrong, and lead our house, with instruction from the bible.

This year, I will be more understanding, and will do my best to be your first class daughter.