Florence Brice

(United Kingdom)

My Dad - Poem by Florence Brice

So special was my dad,
Cheeky, naughty as a lad.
But honest as the day was long.
Kind, gentle and handsome.
No, he wasn't really Clark Gable
Yet, he was so able.
To pick me up and sweetly say
You're my girl I'd hear him say.
Yes, I was his girl
His loving child
Yes I was like him naughty and wild.
But in quiet loving way
I still talk to him in my own way
He listens too
I know he does
Just like he used to do,
To all my troubles and my woe,
And yet he kindly answers me.
And in his own dear gentle voice
I'm still with you my daughter
And I shut my eyes and think
I wish you were my dad.


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  • (2/5/2013 5:21:00 PM)


    This is such a beautiful poem it really hit home reminded me of my dad and I (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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