God gave Dad the gift of song
And a song he sings indeed;
Lifting all my Burdens
When my eyes are both in Need.
Dream a little dream:
He dries away the Tears,
Holds my heavy head,
And keeps me through the years-
Loves me like a song,
Minds my hearty heart.
His love is like the wind-
An omnipresent art.
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Say well about my mind...
Say well about my kind.
A decade or more a Saywell comes
To taint a precious find.
Say-ed well. Precious. (I think that is the word I am looking for though there might be a -ot- in there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awww a surrogate son I am sure he will appreciate, especially one so far away Kyle! lol Very nice tribute to a sometimes grumpy Australian, but we love him all the same. Well done, grinning at you, Tai