Dad thanks for all the stuff you do.
For teaching me the Gospel and how to whistle too.
Thanks for teaching me how to work and play
And coming to my games and meets whatever the day.
Thanks for being worthy to hold the Priesthood,
And giving me a blessing when I asked if you could.
Thanks for bandaging my cuts and scrapes
When I'd fall or through thorny bushes I would traipse.
Thanks for all the sacrifices you've made
And all the money for me that you've paid.
I love you so much

1 comment:
I agree Dad Missy's poem is the truth for me as well. You are a great Paps. Happy Father's Day.
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