Billy
Written by Barbara
Our relationships were granted by a nod from above.
Our relationships have taught us there are many forms of love.
There's the love that lingers on still-through clashes of the will.
There's the loved expressed with gracce, seen in the smile on your face.
There's the love that doesn't end, when it's clear the two are friends.
There's the love afectionately shown, spontaneous as a child-though grown.
There's the love never gone astray, when one has gone away.
There's the love heard in a joke, when dignities aren't broke.
There's the love of a caring soul, whose endless service doesn't toll.
There's the love shared with a pal, who helps with who, what, when, and how.
There's the love of a son, shared with no other one.
There's the love of a daughter and dad, totally ironclad.
There's the Love of a crowd-for one-whom they are proud- to call "Daddy".
And there's the Love of God Above,-who Blessed us with his Love-and gave us "Daddy".
