Daddy's Heart

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    Wrote this poem when  my dad died of August 13, 2006. He had bone and lung cancer.

    Daddy's Heart

    When we are first born as babies, we know no better than to cry to get our fathers attention.

    Whenwe reach one, we know how to walk and talk to say the word "DADDY" and to walk to him.
    As we grow older, we know how to get to Daddy's Heart.
    We know how to use the little sad face, when we needed or wanted something.
    When we reach the that hard year of our lives as teenagers we kind of do things of our peers and that is when step on our Father's heart.

    As we mature  into adults and more wiser about life. We realize of some things we did as teenagers.
    We cannot change our past and we must not dwell on the past mistakes that we have made.

    But we must go forward with the inspiration of our fathers traits.
    Our father was and still is in so many ways, a very special Dad, Pa, friend, and a playmate and a loving husband to my mom.
    And with all this in mind, we love you and will miss you dearly, but we all know that you are singing with joy and happiness without hurting anymore.

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    Ray37342 commented on Daddy's Heart

    08-27-2009

    OMG, brought tears, honestly. Again mouth full, but very good. in ther second line, "Whenwe reach one", n then in the line about the teenage years, you have, "reach the that", just remove the. All in all, I give a 9... This struck so close to home, my father is 66 as of the 22nd of Aug.

    sawdust commented on Daddy's Heart

    08-25-2009

    i so admire your poem its emotion truth and sincereity are all transfered to the mind of the reader with great power good write

    itzamateo commented on Daddy's Heart

    08-25-2009

    sweet I'm almost crying, and I'm a man! i love you sweet tender poem, how swee, the love of a girl for aher father. God bless you betty.

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