Number OneA Poem by Violet StonePoem that I did when my dad died and it was read out at his funeral. Please read reviewers note :)Number One Daddy was a man that everyone knew, He was loved, protected and given a good life too. Always helped others as he had a warm heart, But sometimes all we'd heard is the sound of his fart. All his fishing gear would clutter the shed, And the house would shake when he snored in his bed. Remember happy times with him and stay strong, because in our hearts - he will always belong. He was a friend, a brother, an uncle, a husband and a son, But to me and my siblings, he was our daddy and will always be our number one. By Violet Stone
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