Julia’s essay to her dad.

My much loved youngest daughter Julia casually left a note on my desk last night.  She never told me what it was, and placed it on a pile of other papers without even saying she did.  Although I noticed it last night, it didn’t register and thus I only got around to reading it this morning.  It is so special I thought I’d share it with you.

As any can see, Julia writes with a poetic cadence, so allow a proud father poetic liberty to transform her words into poetic form.

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thank you father

to my father I owe many things,
from this man I have gained roots and wing
I can now stand on my own
like the mighty oke I have follow shadowed.
Thank you father for holding me high anoth to see the word
but not to shadow me from it.
With the roots I hold myself
and with these wings I wrap myself and other
to protect me from the flams of the hell of life
and to myself I always sing:
my father gave me roots and gave me wing,
now I must learn to fly without leaving the ground.
Show the world that I know how.

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The text below, is how it arrived with apparent errors intact.
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thank you father
to my father I owe many things, from this man I have gained roots and wing I can now stand on my own like the mighty oke I have follow shadowed. Thank you father for holding me high anoth to see the word but not to shadow me from it. With the roots I hold myself and with these wings I wrap myself and other to protect me from the flams of the hell of life and to myself I always sing: my father gave me roots and gave me wing, now I must learn to fly without leaving the ground. Show the world that I know how.
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Due to the method the blog presents text minor formatting changes will occur, so to keep it true I’ll post a picture of the actual note below – exactly as I received it.

A poetic essay, casually cast upon my table, without a word, and many a distracting deed…

{you can find more about my gem, Julia here.}