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Nana, 19 on 31st January




Monday, September 15, 2008

Here's a poem i found online:

My dad's little girl I used to be
He would sit and bounce me on his knee
He made me fell safe and secure at night,
he taught me what was wrong and right
Now that i am grown and graduated high school,
as trails come my way my daddy will still lovingly say,
Daughter, here is my shoulder let me carry that heavy boulder
I thank god above for filling my daddy's heart with his love,
so that when the storms of life start to whirl
I can still feel like I'm my daddy's little girl

Hepi birthday, dad :)