When The Crimson Clover Blooms

Oh, my Father
When the red clover blooms
Driving on the highways
Reminds me of you
I can’t help but wonder
At your heavenly home
Are there red flowers from the clover
And are there Azaleas too
Oh, my Father how I miss
Your love for our gardens
But, I want you to know
Your grandson loves them too
And, when I see the clover
In spring each year
How I want to dance and twirl
In a field like a girl
Daddy, I miss you
Im older now
And you have two grandchildren
And one grandson child
I teach them your passions
Of flowers and stars
Oh, Daddy how we miss
You’re meandering amongst our yard
And the red clover reminds me,
Each year of you
I hope your home in heaven
Is your garden
Created by you
Miss you Daddy
K♣︎
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so touchingly beautiful 🙂
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Awe thank you….
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A beautiful piece, tugs at one’s heartstrings. And I am sure he’s looking over smiling at all the flowers adorning the garden, and you taking on his role, teaching your younger ones what he taught you. 🙂
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Thanks so much… I hope he is there in his red crimson clover…
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excellent
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Thank you, Alan…Your comments are always important to me… Thank you
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Very sweet piece.
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Thank you, Doug….
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