Dear Dad.
Life was fine and dandy but
we haven’t stopped to smell the dandy lions.
You’re the sweetest thing I’ve picked out of the garden
In a while. We’ll both be fine in time
but time hasn’t stopped for me like it has for you.
Everyday I pick a dandy lion off the ground.
I wasn’t enough, and now you’re not around.
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This poem is about:
My family