When a fat, fuzzy bee stung me, You dried my tears and put tobacco on my sting

With your tie around your ears, Silly songs you would sing

You won every race you ran

And you would run backwards, I thought you were the man

You played paper dolls and  let me roll your hair

And always had a war story to share

You checked the yard for snakes before I could play

Overprotective to some, but safe I would stay

You grew okra in your garden, better than candy to me

You loved juicy fruit, werthers, and our favorite – icees

I miss you Big Papa and Daddy so dear

I am thankful you both taught me of my Father so near

He is in my heart and loves me – this I know

Thank you for helping me grow

I miss you both.

kim

father’s day, 2011