This Dad was Mine, by rob
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Once upon a time, he said
As he laid me down to bed
As the story came to its end
Sleep hovered near as a friend
He put his hand upon my head
And this he softy said
Sweet dreams dear child of mine
What a treasure I have found
Then quietly without a sound
I Fell asleep knowing this dad was mine
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Posted: 2005-11-08 03:15:21 UTC |
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2005-12-30 15:38:01 | Charlie |
I love this poem! It reminded me just how much my dad has always been there. Thanks. |
2009-06-23 02:41:07 | marsha |
I really like this poem |