I remember...
The night my Daddy gave me his t-shirt,
And I wore it to bed
It smelled like him,
It felt like him,
It clothed me totally,
And made me feel so small
And now, it was mine!
And I loved it so...
And Daddy said to me:
"One day, you'll grow up into Daddy's t-shirt..."
But the years came and went,
And Daddy's t-shirt still didn't fit...
...More and more so,
But never perfect
And even today,
As I've become a Daddy myself,
My Daddy's t-shirt wears quite large
But it's still mine.
And it still covers me.
And I remember what Daddy said,
And this I know with all my heart:
One day, it shall fit perfectly.
.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
I remember...
The night my Daddy gave me his t-shirt,
And I wore it to bed
It smelled like him,
It felt like him,
It clothed me totally,
And made me feel so small
And now, it was mine!
And I loved it so...
And Daddy said to me:
"One day, you'll grow up into Daddy's t-shirt..."
But the years came and went,
And Daddy's t-shirt still didn't fit...
...More and more so,
But never perfect
And even today,
As I've become a Daddy myself,
My Daddy's t-shirt wears quite large
But it's still mine.
And it still covers me.
And I remember what Daddy said,
And this I know with all my heart:
One day, it shall fit perfectly.
.
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