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"