When the flowers bloom
and the dogwoods bloom
and the tomatoes start to grow
It ought to be happy
and fun and bright
but my sweet Daddy died in
April and all I do is
wish
that
he
could
say
hello
to me . . .
I love you Daddy
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I want to be in the desert, sit among the tumbleweed, and find peace in the sky. That's where love is.
