A note left on my desk by my youngest daughter, Julia.

~ Papa ~

Sometimes my roses aren’t red
And my violets never quite a shade of blue
But one thing that will always remain
I love you.
So when your roses aren’t red, and
those violets aren’t blue
Please remember
I will always love you

About C.G.Ayling

Musing misuser of words, lover of lyrical literature, author, occasional contrary thoughts. An honorable man’s name, in memoriam.
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