Dad
My dad was gentle,
my dad was kind.
My dad always had the time--
to sit and talk
with coffee in hand,
I'd listen closely
to this wonderful man!
He'd help anyone
who came around,
he was always there
to be found.
He didn't run
to and fro,
he'd plant his garden
and watch it grow!
Giving was
a way of life-
he loved his children
and he loved his wife!
Grandkids were the
'apple of his eye.'
He was an honest man
taught us not to lie!
Yes, my dad was gentle,
my dad was kind,
the kind of dad
that's hard to find!
Copyright © Dianna Wilder | Year Posted 2013
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