My father passed away last Friday. He wasn‘t the type of dad who gave advice or had long talks with me about life. However not once did I ever doubt that he loved me. When I was in middle school and falling in love with poetry and discovering Robert Frost, he gave me this book one night out of the blue, proof that he paid attention to me and my interests in his way. Years later it remains one of the books I will never part with.
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Day 3 In Frost's poem the narrator stops, transfixed, at the place where the roads cross debating which one to take before eventually taking the road less traveled.
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Love this poem- I always read it this time of year
