I bet you wish your dad liked to write poems and songs.
Especially when they're sentimental.
Especially when they're about you.
thanks daddy.
Dear Janelle -
When you were small
Yet only of few
You walked and you talked
And then you grew
We worked together
To tie your shoe
Then I blinked thrice
And again you grew
I loved watching you dance
And this much is true
I wept when you left
But loved how you grew
Now you’re on your own
You teach your small crew
I'm so proud of you
And how well you grew!
I love you my daughter
I love all that you do
I love you my daughter
I love how you grew!
It was wonderful having you home! We miss you already.
Daddy
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