I am a grand-mother to four beautiful girls, and a great grandmother to one wonderful little blonde haired devil named Cory, and two pretty little princesses Keira and Kaylee.

I have three dogs, Toger (who I actually lost to my eldest son recently), and Tinkerbell and Lucy.

I love to garden, and shop at the goodwill, and I am writing for fun, and entertainment. Oh, I also have four pretty decent kids, as well.

I am a good-will supporter (my granddaughter tells me we can't donate, because I would just buy our own stuff back!) and I love to shop, and find great bargains!

I know too much about ...

the south

Why I write ...

to reflect

My inspiration ...

my great grandkids

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Father's Day

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Daddy, far too many years have flown past,
Since I have gotten to see you last.
I remember those faded overalls you'd wear,
And that worn out hat over your thinning hair.
Your hands, dirty from planting bulbs,
You spent your life doing what you loved.
I admired you dad, and loved you too,
Though you are gone, but I still do.
These days on Father's Day I look to others,
Dad's of children that are so much younger.
My grandgirls', and their childrens' pops',
But missing you is what will never stop.
I'd still like to tell you Happy Father's Day,
Even if to do so I must kneel over ...

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