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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 6/20/2018 10:45:00 PM
This is heartwarming Ilene! Wish I had know my father....especially when Father's Day rolls around. : )
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Date: 6/20/2018 3:23:00 PM
How easily your rhymes flow, Ilene. This one made me smile.
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Date: 6/18/2018 7:45:00 PM
I had a father I could not love. I'll leave it at that. As for my take on baby talk, hold on to your hat: I was taught that way in my very early upbringing. Happily I broke away from that kind of infantilism. Yet I do know people, out of prudishness, who can't make themselves use adult words and still resort to a childhood vocabulary for certain bodily functions. Thanks for the stop by, Ilene. / M
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Date: 6/18/2018 6:09:00 PM
Lovely tribute, Ilene. Especially like the line "love, in all its stubbornness" -- such a fresh depiction. Kudos! ~ gershon
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Date: 6/17/2018 11:55:00 AM
A nice tribute to your father and the fact that only love endures. Aloha! Rico
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Date: 6/17/2018 9:31:00 AM
Fitting tribute, for I feel the same way about it myself.Lovely write, Ilene:)
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