I am both a citizen and currently reside in the United States, where today we celebrate Father's Day. I have a truly wonderful father. I know everyone says this, but I can honestly say I do not know where I would be without him. In his own sense of humor he loves to write "Roses are red..." poems on cards, emails, letters, what have you. They always have a somewhat comical tone, but always communicate deep care. In honor of him, I wrote my own "Roses are red..." poem for him today.
"Dear Dad"
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Lucky as a four leaf clover am I,
because the man I call dad is you.
--Gertrude Rose
Personal Journal
6/15/2014
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