Sharlotte Newan Poet Bio

My Dad

MY dad
 How sad
 He passed 
 Away one
 March 4th day.
 Tears still flow 
 Inside of me
 To think daddy
 Your no longer
 Here with me.
 When you spoke
 Our ears perked up
 Five of us we you see
 Knew to behave 
 Or some one might
 Get a spanking
 But no not never me.
 My daddy could build houses
 He could fix almost any thing
 But first he took care
 Of us.
 And made sure we had 
 Food to eat.
 Sam just walked out
 The door and killed a rabbit
 Or pheasants or a groundhog.
 Yuk!
 But I knew he loved me
 Because he told everyone
 My children all 5 have
 Straight teeth aand never
 Broke a bone.
 And we knew he would
 Never run off and 
 Leave us alone.
 I think your the best dad
 A girl like me ever

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