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Dada


This rose is all I have of you, And some memories too. But what I wish is that we had more. You could have seen me graduate From college, whenever that may be. You would have loved it, Because I know you cared Up until the last moment. How you did nothing but protect The ones you cared for. How you loved each and every one Of your family. And how you kept me From seeing you “weak” all these times. When all I could ever think of, Was how you raised me To be as strong as you. You make me proud to call you My dad.
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