For a little over
a fourth of a year,
mi padre, to me,
has been so dear.
His constant humor
and glittering laughter
will remain with me
until the hereafter.
I'll never forget
his shining face
when I came to his house
from my mother's place.
Or all the fuss
I used to give him
about buying me
a sweet pickle bus.
Whatever the case
be it snow or rain.
My driving abilities
will be in his brain.
Father Card or
Mi Padre
Or just plain old
Dad...
I'm glad that
we had the
type of friendship
we had.
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