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When I was born, you called me number one.
You were so proud, you had had a son.

On my first birthday, you were happy as could be.
Seems like everyone had came just to see me

When I turned two, we went to the park,
We stayed there forever, at least till it got dark.

You picked me up when I was three,
When I fell from my bike, and skinned my knee.

You wiped my tears, when I was four.
I never wanted to go to that hair cutting place no more.

I think I was five when we first went fishin,
We could Ďa stayed there forever, thatís what I was a wishí n.

I was just six, the first time I ever seen you cryĎn,
When you left me at school, with Bobby, Steven, and Brian

You tried to explain death to me, when I was just seven.
When you told me that god, needed mommy in heaven

When I was eight, we took a trip to a place called Disney land.
I met Donald, Goofy, Mickey and Minnie now Iím there biggest fan.

When I turned nine, I learned patients, and how to persevere.
That was the first time you ever took me hunting for deer.

When I turned ten, you showed me how to throw a wicked curve ball,
And signed all those papers, so I could play football, in the fall

We built a big old tree house, when I was about eleven,
We use to lie out there at night, and talk to mom way up in heaven.

You chaperoned my first dance at school, when I turned twelve
You said I looked so funny, like I was dancing with an elf

On my thirteenth birthday, you taught me how to drive grandpaís old truck
I donít know if I really learned it to well, I think a lot of it was luck.

I had my very first crush on a girl; I think, when I was fourteen,
I just remember she had the most beautiful green eyes, and her name was Colleen.

The first time I made the honors row in school, was somewhere around fifteen.
I really donít think I would of made it, were it not for you and Colleen

You helped me get ready for my first big date at age of sixteen
I donít remember who was the most nervous, me, you, or Colleen

It was just after my seventeenth birthday, that I graduated a valedictorian.
As I stood there before you and god, in a packed high school auditorium

The day I turned eighteen, you said, how I had grew to be a fine young man.
But dad, I never would of made it, without your guiding hand.

With tears running down your face, you walked with me, for our last time, when I was just nineteen.
On that very special day, you were my best man, the day I married Colleen

I love you dad


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The following comments are for "The Greatest Man in my Life"
by POISON9901

"the greatest man in my life"

this poem was written for a specific audience of one
and in those cases i truly believe that it will only
appeal to an audience of one
it has a very simple rhyme pattern, one syllable
words, very elementary concepts


( Posted by: huntingjonathon [Member] On: September 16, 2007 )

I have read your comment several times before I decided to respond, I think your wrong, This poem is not directed to a audience of one , but a audience of many, anyone who still has and has ever had a father that they shared special moments with. The events may or may not have happened in any specific order, but I think 90% of the reading audience can relate to this poem in some way or another.
Although, This is mearly me reflecting on past events in my life, It is poetry, and isnt that what were all here for. to read and comment on others works so that we all may better ourselves in our writing abilitys?
Thanks for the comment, and the read.

( Posted by: POISON9901 [Member] On: September 18, 2007 )

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