Poetry of Grade Three: Father _ 100

From babbling to learning to walk, from enlightenment to being admitted to county middle school, you always take care of me. Who knows, who knows when you have white hair, who knows when you have wrinkles, and who knows how many storms you have experienced. You are my father who sheltered me from the wind and rain, who moistened my dry heart with spring rain, and who warmed my wet heart with sunshine. I will always love you.