My Precious Memories of My Dad
Pretty smiles and big brown eyes
And a very special dad of mine
Big shoulders for you to lean and cry on
Always talking and laughing
And lending a helping hand
What a precious and loving dad he was
Had a heart of gold
Enough love for everyone.
The soft evening breeze
The warm air clusters around you
To smell the scent of honeysuckle
See the rainbows in the sky
Hear the birds sing
And smile with joy as he sat around
Wondering where was at.
Copyright © Charlotte Miller | Year Posted 2005
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