<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=563600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memories of My Dad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wasn't a hero<br>Known by the world<br>But a hero he was<br>To his little girl. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My daddy was God<br>Who knew all things<br>And better than Santa<br>With the gifts he'd bring. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew his voice<br>Before I could speak<br>And loved it when<br>He would sing me to sleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He changed my diapers<br>And sat up all night<br>When my body was weak<br>And I'd put up a fight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'd come home late<br>With not much to say<br>And made us all kneel<br>As he taught us to pray. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He taught us life's lessons<br>Of right from wrong<br>And instilled in us values<br>That we might be strong. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so through the years<br>Like a hero he stood<br>Working to give<br>All that he could </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His presence was important<br>And we loved to see him smile<br>For no one in the world<br>Could emulate his style. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so dear Dad<br>My best memory to recall<br>Is the gift of your presence<br>The greatest gift of all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ranae+Roberts">Ranae Roberts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=563600" data-title="Memories of My Dad de Ranae Roberts" data-description="He wasn't a hero Known by the world But a hero he was To his little girl. My daddy was God Who knew all things And better than Santa With the gifts he'd bring. I knew his voice Before I could speak And loved it when He would sing me to sleep. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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