On this first ever Day when I had no card to send,
My own children graced me with their tributes and breakfast.
The joy that they bring me comes with a sense of joy I must have brought him.
This weekend my father taught my son how to change the brakes.
And my father hugged my girls...
And teased my other boy, ruffled his hair.
As I keep moving forward with my projects and this life, that he was proud of, I smile.
His love I feel because it is my own.
I know he is proud of me, I feel it.
My Father is With Me
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
On this first ever Day when I had no card to send,
My own children graced me with their tributes and breakfast.
The joy that they bring me comes with a sense of joy I must have brought him.
This weekend my father taught my son how to change the brakes.
And my father hugged my girls...
And teased my other boy, ruffled his hair.
As I keep moving forward with my projects and this life, that he was proud of, I smile.
His love I feel because it is my own.
I know he is proud of me, I feel it.
My Father is With Me
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