“Don’t do anything to ruin this son,
She’s as precious as precious can be! ”
Those were words my father said,
At my wedding jubilee!
I thought it odd he thinks I would!
Did he not think he raised me right?
Today those words still echo,
Many years since he left this life!
I agree she is an angel,
To put up with this devil, me!
But daddy it was the Grace Of God,
That He sent me this angel, you see?
Precious, a word used for treasure!
And that my darling is!
Daddy I hope you are now looking,
To see at loving her, I’m A Whiz!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem