My Father and My Shoes
I love my father yes I do,
For he is my very first shoe.
His gentle arms wrap round me tight,
As though he may never see me again.
They are my shoelaces long and white,
Each day is like a brand new trend.
Just like my shoes he takes no brake,
He’s always on me with whatever it takes.
The comfort of that shoe’s soft sole,
Is but the warmth of my dad’s kind soul.
I pull my shoe on snug and tight,
Just like he tucks me in at night
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