The One I Call Dad

My father he was just the seed,
but he was not the one who raised me.
He was not the one who took me under his wing,
not the one who taught me how to ride a bike or swim.
He was not the one who built me a scooter out of wood,
and not the one to take a splinter out of my foot.
He was not the one who played ball with me inside the house breaking my mother's vase,
and not the one in a scary mask handing out treats to the kids on Halloween night.
No, the one I am talking about is the one who adopted me,
the one I call my dad, the one I love with all my heart and that will forever be.