Father, Daddy, my best friend.
Taught me chess & let me win,
Helped me fix my bike again,
Back when I was only ten.
Now I’m nearly forty-nine,
But nothing’s changed that Dad of mine,
After all this long long time,
Since he read me nursery rhymes.
How do I describe this man?
Whose footsteps I followed in the sand.
Who helped me make it from the land
of childhood ’til I was a man.
Always steady, always there.
Always let me know he cares,
One in a million, a man so rare,
Always there, always steady,
When help I needed he was ready.
From this world he did depart,
But lives FOREVER, in my heart.
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