Dear Dad

Dear Dad

I’d toddle in your work boots
on weekends
and climb onto the other recliner.
We’d shout at the TV together.

 

Good one!

 

Thanks Dan

 

Many thanks Julie.

 

dear Tom

i like that there is no shadow
just the light of sublime togetherness

a warm smile
silent lotus

`

 

Sad poem it leads to me ask ¿where is Dad?

mike

 

Thanks Mike, died from covid 2000 at 95. It's a very fond memory. He was a big sports fan and very vocal about it when watching his teams/events on tv. Thanks for the read/comment.

 

Sorry to hear that, the great thing about memories is that they are imperishable as is poetry