He used to take me by the hand
Down the paths we used to walk
Nearby the meadowland
Those were times that I cherish
In deepest thoughts on days
When I remember those precious times
My father's gentle ways
It was a time for both of us
To spend in open air
When he used to sing to me
His words that he would share
To give me visions of my own dreams
In those moments I relied
He helped to steer me down my path
In my heart he will abide
I will always walk with him
He will hold my hand
In reflexion-his affection
Has helped me to expand
I will pass this on to mine
So when they grow in knowing
Sweet memories they will have
Of all I am bestowing
~Moses~
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