Daddy's Special Gift Poem by Philip Lore

Riding around in an old beat up car,
Rusted and dented, I drove it quite far.
A present from Daddy,
Not new, but used
No Lincoln, No Caddy,
Just old and abused.

Proudly, I drove it,
With thanks and with pride,
As you watched me,
A smile so wide.

You worked hard all day,
Saved some money, some way,
With dimes and quarters tossed in a jar,
You finally saved,
For that old beat up car.

Daddy, thank you,
For giving it all,
I miss you in Summer,
Winter and Fall.

Because of your struggle,
I learned this from you,
Give gifts from the heart,
Its not hard to do.

I miss you Daddy,
To me you're my star,
I too, now save,
Coins in a jar.
I'll never forget when you gave me,
That old beat up car.