My Dad
When we talk, he calls me Gal
and it always warms my heart
Especially when we're on the phone
cuz we're so far apart
I've never told him this
how much it means to me
That no one else has ever
used this warm metonymy
So tenacious all his life
In his ways he's very set
No matter what he does
It's right, on that you can bet
Do what you think is right
To us he's always told
Our decisions were always backed
My father's loyalty is GOLD
I hope he knows I love him
I tell him every time we speak
Don't ever quit calling me Gal
And I'll always kiss your cheek
Copyright © Wendy Beaudoin | Year Posted 2007
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