When I have pancakes
I think about my dad
And my Sec . dad
My uncle Jack .
When I pour the syrup
On the pancakes ,
It reminds me of them .
They were always smooth ,
Never in the hurry ,
They were always sugar sweet
And thick with love for me
And everyone they touched .
I will have some pancakes this morning .
I will always have my syrup .
I Love You All
By Brock
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