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Created on: August 11, 2008
DAD
I think because I'm a girl,
people naturally compare me to Mom.
How they fail to see I'm identical to you;
is a mystery to me.
We have the same sense of humor,
the same sense of loyalty and the same sense of time.
Neither will cause a stir if we don't have to,
nor will we sit idly by if we feel strongly about something.
When I was young, I didn't believe we saw eye-to-eye.
I thought you were very hard on me.
As an adult I have come to appreciate the visions you had for me
and the direction you were trying to point me in.
At the end of the day,
I hope you are as proud to call me "Daughter"
as I am to call you "Dad".
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