jasmine dugas

(april 3,1994 / louisiana)

Father's


When a child is born, they're blessed with two gifts
One of them is a father, a strong, special, and protecting gift
A father is one of a kind, stronger than any man
Through the sports or activities, our father is our biggest fan
Every father is not perfect but they can love like no other
Some fathers play the father and also play the mother
Every father guide
Every father lead
Every father care
Every father cry
Every father share
But not every father can be compared
Every father is a warrior, a son under our father god
Our provider when times get tough
Our fathers stand by our side when we can't get enough
To all the fathers around the world
Because of our fathers we are strong boys and girls

Submitted: Monday, April 29, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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