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It Is the Little Things

I have a postcard from my Daddy Sent from New York City When I was 10. It is in a frame. The only postcard I have ever received From anyone And the only Note I have that Says Love Daddy It’s in my writing Room, above my Writing desk, And I treasure It More than the Computer, The keyboard, Or anything Else in this Room So you Never Know Folks Just what Will delight Your children Do not hesitate To do the Simple things. I am sure My Daddy had No idea how Much this Postcard Meant. But I Do

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Susan Ashley

Date: 5/26/2018 7:52:00 PM

Oh Caren, I so love this intimate poetic gift you have created and bestowed to your readers. Your personal thoughts of love and appreciation for the postcard from your Daddy is beautifully expressed, moving and will linger in my heart.. Such a tender and meaningful message delivered.. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/26/2018 9:58:00 PM

Thank you Susan. I looked up and saw it, and smiled and knew I had to say something.

Mark Toney

Date: 5/26/2018 10:35:00 AM

This resonates with me, Caren. I’m a daddy and every word rings true. One of my favs now. Thank you :)

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/26/2018 2:37:00 PM

Mark, they are watching every eye roll, every head nod, every sigh of approval. Believe me, they are so hyper-vigilent, it scares me!