T he things you taught me I will       always know.
      H ow could I not? The roots have sunk so deep:
      A ll lessons of the heart that I will keep
      N o matter who I am or where I go.
      K ids learn from what their parents are, and so
      Y ou are my book of life, the thoughts I reap;
      O nly in your arms I quiet sleep;
      U nder my words your voice sings soft and slow.
      F rom you I learned the rules of right and wrong
      A gainst which I at times had to rebel,
      T hough with regret I carry with me still.
      H ow lucky I am to have been loved so well,
      E ven as I pushed against your will,
      R elying on a father fair and strong.
Monday, June 18, 2007
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