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Friday, May 13, 2011

Happy Birthday Papa!


I wonder what words
Could I ever phrase
To thank you Papa
In all glory and praise
The countless blessings you have created for me,
Working all your nights all days.

You have carried me on your shoulder
When I was too small to see
And you watched as I giggled
When you bounced me up your knee.

You have held me close
And wiped my tears
You have taught me
How to battle my fears

My life, I owe you all
And a million thanks
Would still be small

In my little heart
Papa, you are the face of God;
The bravest, the strongest,
Who can surpass all odds.

Now the more I sit
With a quill in my hand
Forging words
To glory you grand;
The words have slowed low their pace
For tears of love
To roll down my face
Now here I stop and rest my quill
All clueless and as confused still,
How to thank and wish you today,
Many a many happy returns of the day!

4 comments:

  1. Lovely... :) :) :)
    Couldn't stop smiling... ! :) <3

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  2. "Now the more I sit
    With a quill in my hand
    Forging words
    To glory you grand;
    The words have slowed low their pace
    For tears of love
    To roll down my face
    Now here I stop and rest my quill
    All clueless and as confused still,
    How to thank and wish you today,
    Many a many happy returns of the day!"

    Loved the above part :) you always make me smile with the fun and purity that comprise your writings.

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