He Is My Father
While I sleep, someone's hand is always on my head,
While I wake, someone's blessings are always with me,
While I go out, someone's heart always holds me.
He is my father.
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While I sleep, someone's hand is always on my head,
While I wake, someone's blessings are always with me,
While I go out, someone's heart always holds me.
He is my father.
The best poem. Truly describes my dad. He is the best, to say the least.
My mother,
She wakes before me, sleeps after me.
She gets me ready fast and steady.
The poem is absolutely cool. Man it has happened to me not more than a hundred times.