Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.

I remember when we used to cuddle on the couch,

I’ve grown too much for the both of us to fit.

I used to run to you wwith every “boo-boo” and “ouch,”

and you always knew just how to fix it.

I remember we would listen to “Butterfly Kisses,”

now whenever I hear that song I tear up.

Like the girl in the song, I grew up and what I miss is

being little, but you’ll never be “losing your baby girl.”



About A Poetic Paradox

Well I'm me and to write "all about me" in this tiny little box is pretty close to impossible. I'm bold, love bright colors, and I can be a seriously good friend. I love to write, it's basically my passion! :D Oh, and I know it may not seem like much, but I want to teach young children. I ADORE little kids. I never really made a blog before, and I even have trouble keeping up with my own journal, but I hope this works out well. (:
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