remebering you, dad.

as an ode to my father, the youngest years

shall be forgotten and washed away in the

lake that we caught fish and jumped from the rope

tied to the tree. only the good times, dad.

peanuts and popcorn, the x-files and the simpsons,

crackers and vienna sausages, me and you. someday,

dad, I hope for you to give me away, but in knowing

that everytime I hear "go rest high on the mountain",

"hotel california", or "fishing in the dark" I will be reminded.

you are my father, my pride, comfort, and the source

of my courage. thank you daddy.