How fast those precious years went by,
That special time forever,
Remains amidst my memories,
Each moment spent together.
When I were young and you were strong,
You'd take me by the hand,
We'd walk the lovely hillside,
My Handsome, Loving Dad.
You'd tell me funny stories,
Of when you were a lad,
You didn't have a lot back then,
Just love for one another,
I loved to hear those special tales,
For they were like no other.
The BlueBell wood inviting,
I'd pick a bunch or two,
Then off we'd go, for Sunday lunch,
I loved those days with you.
And as the years went swiftly by,
I knew one day id lose you,
Of all the loving Dad's to have,
I know I'd always choose you.
Jayne Davies
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