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

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