He took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then he combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew his masterpiece was complete
And so, He called it...Dad
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this poem and i grew up without my father untill he was killed and he was in a way all of those things sumed up i like it alot