i will always think of my dad on st. patrick’s day

when i was a wee lad (see what i did there?)
i became very concerned for him

his work uniforms were blue
all blue
not a stitch of green in sight

and that meant-
someone was going to pinch him

my tender heart could simply not handle that
so i pinned a piece of green paper to his uniform

and now when march seventeenth arrives
i smile, remembering that story

and even in my mid-thirties now
i feel like i need to call him
just to make sure

are you wearing green, dad? 


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