Thinking of a man
his hands rough and scarred
He held my tiny hand
with a father's heart
I remember that day
the sun shining bright
But love shone even brighter
twinkling in his eyes
To you he's just a good man
but he's much more than that
He's the greatest man I've ever met
he's my hero... and he's my DAD
his hands rough and scarred
He held my tiny hand
with a father's heart
I remember that day
the sun shining bright
But love shone even brighter
twinkling in his eyes
To you he's just a good man
but he's much more than that
He's the greatest man I've ever met
he's my hero... and he's my DAD
5 comments:
I wish I knew my dad better, he died when I was young but I knew I was Daddy's little girl. I liked the Gramma one also. You write very well. Keep it up. MB
Your poetic words - from the heart.
So very touching and of love.
blessings to you and thank you so much for your kind comments and may I Congratulate you on your "Thinking Blogger Award".
Mikki Jo....such a lovely blog. I have enjoyed your writing. I was reminded of my own dear Nana and how she, too, loved the earth (and all of us) Thank you for sharing.
I love my Dad so very much so I can certainly understand your love for your Dad. My Dad taught me so many things that I didn't even realize until I was grown. He died when he was 62 and I missed him so much. He was my friend. connie from Texas
A darling photo. Such a 60s dad. Glad you have happy memories. Isn't it sad that we'll never have those days back again?
My family was camping in those days too - we have similar photos of me wearing similar sunglasses. : P
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