For Dad

I wrote this poem for my my dad about a year ago.

He's the one who made me
He's the one who raised me
He taught me skills inevitable to life
He's my dad

He's my cause
He's my effect
He's my exaggerated dad

His skills passed unto me
His heretige, ours
His features, though not apparent, but somehow mine
He is undoubtedly, my dad

Without him there is no I
Without him, no fingers, no toes
Without him, no influential character
He's my dad

All in all, me, mine, us.