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I Remember: A Poem to My Father

Updated on March 27, 2014

I remember dancing with my father while I stood on his feet.

Round and round we go as we danced to the record player beat.

I remember the long bike rides that we use to take.

And how we stopped to ride the paddle boat across the lake.

We would play ball in the park until it got dark.

And then he would race me home.

Oh how I remember those days as I write this poem.

My wonderful father now with hair of gray.

I love you so much and wanted to tell you Happy Father's Day.

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      Karen A. Harris 5 years ago from Milwaukee, WI

      Thank you Spirit Whisperer :)

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      Xavier Nathan 5 years ago from Isle of Man

      Beautiful words to your father.

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      ladyt11 5 years ago

      You're welcomed.

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      Karen A. Harris 5 years ago from Milwaukee, WI

      Thank you ladyt11 :)

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      ladyt11 5 years ago

      Very nice!

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