Monday, June 20, 2005

Father's Day

What do you get the man that doesn't have everything, but your pockets are bare too? These are the times that I wish that I was that four-year-old again so that I could just give my dad a homemade card for Father's Day. I think he would understand because he was a teacher himself (mom too). I can't tell you how many poems we wrote for each other in lieu of gifts: Valentine's, Christmas, Arbor Day--you name it. It does feel a bit awkward because all this poetry writing is usually reserved for a girl that you've been dating for a few weeks. You know--you pick a single flower from a field, form a heart with her name in it out of marshmallows, write a poem. I hope mom doesn't get jealous.

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