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| He wasn't a hero Known bythe world But he was a hero To this little girl. My Daddy was God Who knew all things And better than Santa The gifts he'd bring. I knew his voice Before I could speak And loved it when He'd sing me to sleep. He changed my diapers And sat up all night When my body was weak And I'd put up a fight. He'd come home late With not much to say And made me kneel As he taught me to pray. He taught me life's lessons Of right from wrong And instilled in me values So that I might be strong. And so through the years Like a hero he stood Working to give All that he could. His presence was important And I loved to see him smile For no one in the world Could emulate his style. And so dear Dad My greatest memory to recall Is the gift of your presence The greatest gift of all. ~Kristina R. Manuel~ |
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