Saturday, October 3, 2009

My Dear Father

When I was born
I started to cry
It was my Father who made
My tears dry.
He holds me and comforts me
My father's strong, guilding and caring,
Loving, warm and shoring
He helps me in many ways
His love gets me through the worst of days.

My father is my best friend
In difficult times he helps me till the end.

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