So special was my dad, <br /> Cheeky, naughty as a lad. <br /> But honest as the day was long. <br /> Kind, gentle and handsome. <br /> No, he wasn't really Clark Gable <br /> Yet, he was so able. <br /> To pick me up and sweetly say <br /> You're my girl I'd hear him say. <br /> Yes, I was his girl <br /> His loving child <br /> Yes I was like him naughty and wild. <br /> But in quiet loving way <br /> I still talk to him in my own way <br /> He listens too <br /> I know he does <br /> Just like he used to do, <br /> To all my troubles and my woe, <br /> And yet he kindly answers me. <br /> And in his own dear gentle voice <br /> I'm still with you my daughter <br /> And I shut my eyes and think <br /> I wish you were my dad.<br /><br />Florence Brice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dad-5/
