Zachary, my life's creation,
happy in your perambulation.
I daily watch your life unfold,
As if a story being told.
But someday I'll be dead and gone,
You'll have to know your right from wrong.
Perhaps taking from my advice,
On, "What To Do When The World's Not Nice?"
If you're alone and feeling sad,
in need of comfort from your Dad.
You'll hear a whisper in your ear,
"I love you son and have no fear".
Know it's I who speaks to you,
and watches over what you do.
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2 comments:
Hey Kacy, you have SOOOOO inherited Grandpa Vic's literary talent (which was exceptional). I love reading all about my buddy, Zach!
this is so nice to read and I love being able to "see" what your up too. keep it coming!
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