A Man Called Father
Who has the tender face of an angel?
Whose presence is as calming as a harp?
Who's heart is as gentle as a lamb but,
Whose heart can love like a lion?
Whose raised my life with superlative values?
Whose etched these traits into my essence.
Whose endured the hardships of this grateful and trying life.
A man with a loving disposition.
A man whose hand has touched many lives.
A man whos watched me grow.
A man who's shared his bountiful talents.
A man whose gualities are the natural makeup of my life.
A man, my father;
Whose raised my life.
Who has made me who I am today.
Whose filled and praised the many accomplishments.
Whose endured the hardships and has achived and overcome much more.
Who's an absolute blessing in my life, and every life he touches.
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