He works with a sheer determination,
A lot of dedication and perseverance,
With no procrastination over and over,
Around the kiddish things,he hover..
He is seriously assiduous and motivated,
A lot of jubilant and zesty...
Completely ablaze to ameliorate,
his child's lost, pitiful fate.
For difficult times,he's jubilant.
For happy times ,he's joyful.
For caring times,he's responsible.
but for hurting times,
O! he's feeble.
My only requirement is his presence,
his care, his love, his knowledge,
My world exists in his joy,
The happiness and cheer of this boy!!
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His Joy, My World
Poetry"God gave me a glamorous gift- I call him Daddy😊" My poem completely describes the love bond between a daughter and her father.Dad's are the most wonderful gift of God. This poem is made to melt up the heart's of stone and give people hearts of lo...
