Memories of My Dad

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.

He changed my diapers
And sat up all night
When my body was weak
And I'd put up a fight.

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poem by Ranae Roberts
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