She smiles wistfully and says "another cheap year” no more last minute store runs for golden Best Dad Oscars tiny books of native wisdom hastily painted sailboat pictures boxes of gooey cordial cherries packed with a huge hand fashioned card made at zero hour proudly displayed at work for all to see the talent of his baby
This one is written for my daughter , who lost her Dad in the summer of 2002.Father's Day is still ******* her .