Good morning daddy, I made you breakfast 
I burned the toast, but I scrapped the black stuff for you 
Here's some eggs, their a little runny I guess 
But I tried to make them like mommy would do. 
Thank you angel, everything looks great 
But you didn't have to do this for me. 
Then she told him, 'No, but I wanted to 
Because you're a special daddy. 
 
                   
                        Dianna Nally 
                       (copyright 2005)                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    