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To My Dad, on Father's Day

Dad- Father's Day When I first started school, we went to the store to buy pencils and such. These were days when stores were very small, and a customer meant so very much. The shiny gold pencils stood proudly were in a tall glass jar So shiny with luminous green bands. Just waiting for the touch of a little girl's hands! Things were wonderfully personal back then. Loose leaf paper was not jammed in hard plastic cases like now. And I could smell fresh boxes of crayolas wafting throughout the store. This is all touching to recall. Best of all Dad, just you and I! No long lines with huge baskets waiting to buy. You chatted with the owner, as you, yourself, had a store, too. I stood there with brown braids. Licking an ice cream cone and waiting for my paper and pencils in a nice, brown paper bag. So very proud, you were my Dad! We walked home on clean, safe streets. Filled with large trees. A VFW on the corner. How many children know what that is? Flags in windows with stars! Of those whose children were off in other countries, fighting for us during the War. Happy Fathers Day to my Dad and all Fathers, everywhere! Love, Panagiota June 16, 2019 12:30pm PST

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