Father's Day is approaching. Yellow roses of Texas grow in heaven, Lord pick a bunch for me. Place them in my father's arms and tell him they are from me. Tell him that I love and miss him. When he turns to smile place a kiss upon his cheek and hold him for a long time, because remembering him is easy, I do it every day. There's an ache in my heart that will never go away.
Friday, June 18, 2010
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