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My father’s love: A poem

By Madelyn Peterson

but these are just:


words on a page,

attempts at describing the indescribable.

they don’t drip with the constant gratitude i feel,

or encompass that he is the kind of father everyone deserves.

they don’t speak of all the lessons he has taught me,

or reflect that i am who i am because of him.
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