This blog is about my life as a mother and nanna and about my great family.
© Rebecca D. Cook More By Rebecca D. Cook
Published: February 2006
He wasn't a heroKnown by the world,But a hero he wasTo his little girl.My daddy was a godWho knew all things.And better than Santa,With the gifts he'd bring.I knew his voiceBefore I could speakAnd loved it whenHe would sing me to sleep.He changed my diapersAnd sat up all nightWhen my body was weakAnd I'd put up a fight.He'd come home lateWith not much to sayAnd made us all kneelAs he taught me to pray.He taught me life's lessonsOf right from wrongAnd instilled in me valuesThat I might be strong.And so through the years,Like a hero he stood.Working to giveAll that he could.His presence was important,And we loved to see him smile,For no one in the worldCould emulate his style.And so, dear Dad,My best memory to recallIs the gift of your presence,The greatest gift of all.
Lovely poem you chose Jo-Anne.
Just in time for Father's Day here in the US. :)
Reminded me of my dad too. Very nice.
Awww I love this! My dad passed away 13 years ago and I still miss him so much.
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Margaret D........Thank youJuli......Yes it isDiane B......That's goodMama.......I'm gladRajani..........Thanks
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