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A Father's Blessing



                  As youngest son, I always sensed
                  From many of the brothers,
                  True or not, they’d put me down,
                  I wasn’t like the others.
                 
                 A few days prior to passing on,
                 A blessing I was giv’n      
                 From my beloved, aged dad,
                 Before he moved to Heav’n.
                 
                 His health was failing faster now
                 The family rallied 'round,
                 My eldest bro from ‘cross the sea,
                 Was heading ‘homeward bound’.
                 
                While visiting, - a daily rit,
                To spend some ‘qual’ty time’,
                I mentioned ‘bout th'upcoming trip,
                I’ll ne’er forget this line.
               
                “You’ll not need me tomorrow night
                To visit with you, dad,
                Your number one son will be here,
                Of that you will be glad”.
               
                His response caused a tear to form,
                To hear it, I felt blest
                “You’re .......... every bit ........as important,
                .......As any .................of the rest”
                
                Thank you, dad, 
                I NEEDED that assurance.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-vYuV3OmhE

Comments

Colin Ross said…
thanks m8, I went out to my car after that and 'bawled my eyes out' dad was one for SHOWING his love but seldom verbalizing it.

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