Daddy, I still remember the roses

My dearest Dad:

How much I still remember those early days of my childhood when you used to pick a rose and put it in the palm of my tiny hand. I will cherish these memories forever.

These days were always sunny ones to me. We would walk in front of those sweet smelling rose beds and my little hand would be firmly but gently enfolded in your larger one. You would be describing everything to me as we walked along those fresh and sun-filled mornings, and as we walked you would be looking for the perfect rose for me. How well you knew how much I loved my roses, but more importantly, how well you knew my love for those sweet smelling roses.

You knew so well that I could barely see their color but you also knew how much I enjoyed smelling them and touching their delicate petals. I shall forever remember those fragrant roses placed gently in the palm of my tiny hand on many a sunny morning.

Thank you, Dad, for these precious memories!

I’m Donna J. Jodhan, your friendly accessibility advocate, wishing you a terrific day and inviting you to go out there and share my memories with others. Come by and visit me at www.sterlingcreations.ca.