Dad...
God took you from me,
You were not old.
You never seemed sick.
I was innocent and young
God knew I needed you then,
I still ask him why...
Today Dad...My heart is a joy,
I have a beautiful little son.
He reminds me of you,
The same round face...the same funny smile.
I wonder....Is this a sign from you,
that you were always with me,
and that you will live on in my son?
Yes...My heart says...it is!
His name, Dad, you would adore,
I named him after you.
He needed a strong name...like yours.
For I remember you Dad...as my "Strong Hero"
and someday I want his son or daughter
to feel the same way.
Dad, I will try each day,
to remind your grandson,
of what a great granddad he would have had.
One that would have Played with him,
Helped him,
Taught him things, Cherished him....
But most of all would have...
LOVED HIM....ALWAYS!
by...Donna Shari 1999
Music..."Daddy's Hands"
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