David and his Dad

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By Lisa Rodriguez

When David plays he'll know how to laugh. He got his first giggle from you. And when David dreams he'll really believe. You've taught him that dreams can come true. When David reads stories he'll know how to wonder and make up a few of his own. He'll hear the sweet music you've put to his life. He'll sing it if he feels alone. When David sees flowers and mountains and trees, he'll know how to look with his heart. You're teaching him things he could learn nowhere else, perfecting your best work of art. And someday when David's a daddy and holding a son of his own, he'll know how to love from the depths of his soul where the seeds that you've planted have grown. by Lisa Rodriguez 1993

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