Every time someone calls my name
I am reminded of you
Your firstborn, your only daughter
The little girl following, watching who
Grew up, traveled far, yet never forgot
Lessons her father taught
Hamiltons do not lay down and play dead
They go down swinging instead
Be a lady, be graceful you must
Feint, weave and bob, then deliver that left upper cut
Go as far and as high as you can
Make your papa a very proud man
Well, Daddy, I’m still traveling true
And you tell me that’s dynamite
You catalogue each accomplishment
Exercising your paternal right
To proclaim what your namesake has done
Prophesying she’s only just begun
Thank you, sir, for being proud ‘at’ me
Thank you for being tall, dark and handsome too
Thank you for the excellent DNA
Thank you for giving me my Who
Since this is a poem and not a phone call
I’ll end it as neatly as I can
Let these words serve as an eternal record
My father is a great man
Love Always, V