When I was born, you called me number one.
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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
STEVE E. POORE