Father’s Day is near. My daddy passed almost eighteen years ago. Not one day goes by that I don’t miss him. He loved yellow roses. I place this picture him in his memory. It is an Arkansas yellow rose that I grew in my front yard. He would have loved it. Gene Clark was the greatest dad. Thank you, Lord, for all the great fathers everywhere in all ages.
A Yellow Rose of Arkansas
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