On Fathers' Day
My husband is a father
And my son’s a dad as well,
A job at which the both of them
Do very much excel.
The one to whom my cards went
Has been gone for many years,
Though love, in all its stubbornness,
Still somehow perseveres.
Of course I think of him today
And though we had to part,
There’ll always be a spot reserved
For him within my heart.
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