A Father’s Day poem by the city of Wimberley’s Poet Laureate
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One Awesome Father
By Oda Lisa
My father does not play golf.
He is no bowler, either.
Instead of sports on TV,
Daddy watches over me.
He never shops at a store
Or ever prepares a meal.
Yet, my father does good deeds
And he meets my every need.
No school has ever taught him,
No diploma on the wall.
Still he holds a dear degree.
Grace to all is his decree.
Once, he gave me a brother,
Who is always my best friend.
For my sorrows, his heart bleeds
For well beings, he sows seeds.
In truth, my abba comes first.
To him all my “thank-yous” go.
My Father’s love sets me free,
For now, for eternity.
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