I am my father’s daughter
More grateful I couldn’t be
For the awesome gift of loving life
That he instilled in me.
Whenever I asked him questions
The answers were at hand.
And he explained the world to me
In a way I’d understand.
For every living creature
He cared with all his heart,
And though he never went to school
My Dad was very smart!
He knew most things instinctively
Things some may never get!
And the lessons that I learned from him
I’ll never, ever forget!
Dad raised me to be resourceful
Especially when things go wrong,
And when I look inside myself
Things don’t stay bad for long!
He raised me to be compassionate
For those less fortunate souls,
And how the greatest wealth there is
Could never be measured in gold!
My life is as rich as it can be
Every moment an exceptional prize!
And I owe it all to my wonderful Dad,
A man so incredibly wise!
I am my father’s daughter
He’d be so proud of me!
I’m everything he hoped and prayed
I’d turn out to be!
© Annabel Sheila
Blessings,
Christine
Ron
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy ro the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister, Barbie
Daniel
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Joy L. Hale
Your friend, Mark
Nicely penned, a standing O to both you and your father.
Thanks Dick
I profoundly wish more daughters and sons could honestly say the same, and about both parents.
Since losing my Dad 2 years ago my life has almost become just all about remembering him- and getting all he was about.
Your poetry is such a blessing in every way, and reminded me I am my father's son.
John