Daddy's Girl
A father is a special bloke
And a girl's best friend...
A shoulder there to cry on
(Who gives her "bread" to spend!)
I remember training wheels
And all my broken toys;
He fixed them without grimace,
Which brought me lots of joy.
But sometimes when I needed it,
He chastised with a frown...
It made me feel remorseful
(My feathers fallen down.)
I feel that God has smiled on me
To Bless my life down here,
With this tender soul I've known;
My Father - proud and dear!

~penned by lynn foust