My Gift
Copyright © Cynthia (Clements) McAdoo. All rights reserved.
My Dad gave me a title the other day,
Thinking that he should;
He always comes up with things,
When he sits and burns the “wood”.
He jokes from time to time with me,
About my job in jail,
Calling me the warden,
As he makes another tale.
He assures me as we speak today,
The title he does bestow,
Is given in appreciation,
For the help to him I show.
Help seems to be effortless,
When love is the motivation,
Couple that with how I feel,
I call it admiration.
He says my Title is to be "DD",
And here is his explanation.
He says it signifies how he feels
And is to be my designation.
DD stands for a Devoted Daughter,
caring and attentive;
Loving him with acts both,
Faithful and supportive.
Fathers extol of their children,
When given chance to speak,
With a pride and joyful heart,
That never seems to peak.
Often gifts come with expectation,
Others surprise you along the way,
Fathers give you gifts,
Sometimes in just what they say.
~ "DD" ~Cynthia (Clements) McAdoo
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