When my tiny little hands, Needed Support, He aided me as a comrade, Not ever letting my joy fade. He tend to look after me, Like a tender flower, With Cheer of glee, And never let me render handily. He elated me utmost, And guided me with a sign of relief, As well as ameliorated me, To mould me sharpen my belief. He is supremely warm-hearted, And highly regarded, I revere this creation of God, And to be endear to my DAD MISS YOU PAPA Life is short so laugh when u can Apologize when u can & Let go of what u can't change