Cecelia Weir

(March 19,1955 / Fayette, Alabama)

My Dad


My Dad has integrity
My Dad has soul.
My Dad has character
This world can't behold.

He wrestles problems
Right down to the ground.
Then he's tender and kind
Without making a sound.

My Dad is loving
My Dad stands above all
My Dad makes me feel
Like I'm ten feet tall.

He's there when I need him
Before I can look around.
He lifts my every burden
Even if I should feel down.

My Dad is really conscious
My Dad is present everyday.
My Dad promised to be there
In my heart he'll stay.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, May 24, 2006

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  • Tracey Collins (5/24/2006 4:55:00 PM)

    well writen poem. Dads are always thier for you no matter what. My dad not with me but hes in my heart forever. (Report) Reply

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