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For Daddy


I love my daddy's big hands
Its like gripping a baseball bat
He swings my hands in interlock
My eyeballs go up down
up down like a bouncing ball

I love my daddy's big hands
Throwing me up where the wind can't
Catching me back when the wind can't
Its the only intervals am taller than him

I love my daddy's wide palms
Scars gave it beautiful markings
Tiny little lines across a map
They tell me just how hard he works

I love my daddy's big smile
I gave it to him when I was born
Its my first gift to him as his son
He says he is proud of me
Wrote this poem cos I am proud of him too
I love him so much I wish you do
Love your daddy the way I do

 Paul AremoOluwa
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