He would tell stories, but he wasn't an author.
He would listen to problems, but he wasn't a therapist.
He wasn't a world leader, but he was the best father.
Old pictures and memories, were all I had left.
A 13 year old left without a father.
His wisdom, love, and understanding came later in life.
And now I cherish all he has given to me.
Although the sound of his voice has faded,
his words run strong in me.
Forever I'll be "Daddy's Little Girl"
I still miss you daddy!!
Dawn
