CQ Dad: A Father’s Day Transmission

 

Out in the shed, past the garden hose,
Dad’s calling “CQ” in his radio prose.
With headphones on and mic in hand,
He’s chatting with strangers in faraway lands.

The lawn’s overgrown, the dishes can wait,
He’s chasing a signal from Paraguay State.
We ask him for help—he just gives a grin,
“Not now, kids, there’s DX rolling in!”

He’s got more wires than a NASA display,
And half the attic’s now Yagi array.
His shack glows blue with knobs and light,
Like a disco for nerds every Friday night.

“Breaker-breaker—wait, that’s CB!”
“Get it right, son, it’s ham, not TV!”
He says with pride, as he logs his QSO,
Drinking cold coffee, putting on a show.

So here’s to you, Dad, on this Father’s Day cheer,
May your signal be strong and interference clear.
Your jokes may be static, your shirts may be loud,
But you’re the best ham dad—and we’re dang proud!