For my dad:
When I was a little girl, I'd sit on my daddy's knee
He'd tell me stories and and say "I'm so glad you're with me".
Dad with his passions, was so much bigger than most
His talents were many and his stories most grandiose
He loved his family, his movies, electronics and his art
But mostly to us we remember his heart
Today is his birthday, but we'll not be serving cake
but with memories he'll be here, make no mistake
For daddy has climbed on his daddy's knee
And from Heaven I can hear it…"I'm so glad you're with Me"
6 comments:
Well I'm crying. Beautiful poem Mom. I miss him so much. Happy birthday Papa!
Your best poem yet! Happy Birthday Tom. Forever in our hearts!!! RIP
And remember.... L I B... M R Ducks!!!
Maryrose, you've written a beautiful poem from deep inside your heart. Memmories of our wonderful papas are set deep inside us forever. I loved my daddy too, I was the apple of his eyes, because I was his only girl and I still miss his warm and happy face and all the love he displayed with me, he even played with my dolls and me! His b'day will be the 29 April, real soon too!
Lots of blessings!
FABBY
Just beautiful! He would be proud. Carla
Oh Maryrose what a sweet poem! I'm soo happy for you that you have such wonderful memories of your dad. He was soo obviously loved very much.
Ah I'm all teary. That was a beautiful & sweet poem. Happy Birthday to your Dad in heaven.
XO
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