The Father’s Day Card
I made this Father’s Day card when I was in the second grade. I can date it because the small photograph included inside is my second-grade school picture. It was one of those classroom projects in which we created something special to bring home to a parent for a major holiday.
The folded-paper cover is addressed simply, “To My Father.” I decorated its border with red and blue crayon, creating looping patterns along the sides and wavy lines across the top and bottom.
Inside, I wrote:
“I do not have the world,
Or money on a tree,
But to show
my love for you,
I’ll just give you,
me!”
I added drawings of the world and a tree filled with green leaves and what appear to be coins. My second-grade photograph was placed inside a circle of small purple paper flowers.
Seeing my second-grade handwriting, drawings and school picture brings back memories of the projects we created in the classroom and proudly carried home to our parents.
I do not remember making this card or giving it to my father, but somehow it remained among our family papers. All these years later, it has returned to me as a small reminder of my childhood and of the Father’s Day message I once made especially for him.
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