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Paper Daddy

My daddy is a picture

Hanging on the wall,

There’s another one just like it

In the police department’s hall.

I kiss his paper face

Every night before I go to sleep,

Sometime I pretend I can feel

His whiskers tickle my cheek.

I take Daddy fishing

When momma isn’t around,

If I climb on a chair

I can take my Daddy down.

Once I thought I saw

A tear in his eye,

I didn’t know

That paper daddies could cry.

My daddy is a picture

Hanging in the hall

There’s another one just like it

On the police department’s memorial wall.

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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