Papa - Poem by Julie Schleppegrell
Prime: is the role to his daughter,
for, he was the first man in sight.
No other will compare to what he taught her,
imbedded in her soul as her search takes flight.
... From child to adult, he is the protector, the savior, the guide,
The ultimate love she can always confide.
As life phases change,
we must travel through, an emotional sail through the tide.
As it may be hard feelings for us to arrange,
the proof he was there with us is in the tears he's cried.
As he will never leave us, we shall never stray our first love, our Father.
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