Wednesday, July 04, 2001

Pappi!

For my dad's birthday

You were my first love
when i was five,
i wanted someone like you
under which I would thrive

You were my answering machine,
When I was seven;
You were the answer to everything,
To which I could question.

When I was nine,
You were an irritant;
Everything was a game
but you never waited your turn.

When I was twelve
you were a disciplinarian;
I hated you a lot
I thought you were an alien

When I was forteen,
You were my idol
I wanted to be like you
althought i am a girl.

Now I am sixteen
as mature as can be;
Happy Birthday Pappi
Hugs & Kisses from me!

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