MY DAD
My Dad is just the finest manI've had the privilege to meet.
I met him when I was a wee little lass
I sat upon his knee.
We went thru my early years together
He taught me things I should know.
And when it was my time to see the world
He didn't want to let go.
Now my Dad is just the finest grand-dad
They've had the privilege to meet.
They met when they were wee little ones
They all sat upon his knee.
We went thru his later years together
Still teaching us things we should know.
And when it was his time to leave this world
We didn't want to let go.
by Maureen McLaughlin
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