(atribuído a Hilda Bigelow)
I had a father who talked with me
Allowed me the right to disagree,
To question and always answered me
As well as he could and truthfully.
He talked of adventures; horrors of war;
Of life, its meaning; what love was for;
How each would always need to strive
To improve the world to keep it alive.
Stressed the duty we owe one another
To be aware each man is a brother.
Words for laughter he also spoke
A silly song or a happy joke.
Time runs along, some say I'm wise
That I look at life with seeing eyes.
My heart is happy, my mind is free,
I had a father who talked with me.
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