Tuesday, 11 December 2012

My Dad, My Hero ...

My dad turned 65 yesterday, December 10, and I would like to dedicate this great poem to my great dad.




He never looks for praises
He's never one to boast

He just goes on quietly working
For those he loves the most

His dreams are seldom spoken
His wants are very few
And most of the time his worries
Will go unspoken too

He's there.... A firm foundation
Through all our storms of life
A sturdy hand to hold to
In times of stress and strife

A true friend we can turn to
When times are good or bad
One of our greatest blessings,
The man that we call Dad.

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