61. Father
When I scratched my knee,
Or if I bumped my head,
When I was afraid of the dark,
Or that thing under my bed,
When I scratched my knee,
Or if I bumped my head,
When I was afraid of the dark,
Or that thing under my bed,
Dear Dad, I want you to know I love you so much. What an amazing poem. I love everything you do for all of us. Love, Bella
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Analysis of Form and Technique
To a dad who is terrific,
To a dad who's real neat,
To a dad who makes the best of things,
Even when they're not so sweet!
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