The Man That Is My Dad
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Marilyn Lott
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He stood so tall and handsome
The man that is my dad
He knew just what to say to me
When I was happy or when I was sad.
When something had gotten broken
He fixed it right away
He loved his little farm and animals
Loved to cut and bale the hay.
He did what needed to be done for Mom
And for my brother, Rod, and me
I always knew that he was there
Yes, perhaps for all eternity.
I miss him and this father’s day
I will try not to feel too sad
Instead gather lovely memories
Of the man that I call “Dad.”
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