Fathers like flowers

I love my Father, for two I have

Both completely different, though similar at hand

One is better with technology

The other best with his survival skills

But both care so much to me

If only I can repay them

For both Fathers, they helped me bloom

Both fathers petals, reach to the clouds, with information of creation

And Good cooking skills,

They helped me bloom, from seed to sunflower, for their both white rose

Fathers, I thank you, My bloom is now ready