He drove us so far from town the street lamps changed from brilliant phosphorus to incandescent bulbs skirted by crinkled reflectors. Darkness gobbled the stars...
oh my but I so loved this! My distant memories of an emotionally distant father who died when I was 15 and he was but 43 are not so tender and beautiful. you were blessed, Sue.
Thank you, Tonya, for sharing this. I love this poem and the event it portrays. My father has inspired so many poems, which of course is a good way to preserve memories.
Dad's Magic
oh my but I so loved this! My distant memories of an emotionally distant father who died when I was 15 and he was but 43 are not so tender and beautiful. you were blessed, Sue.
Thank you, Tonya, for sharing this. I love this poem and the event it portrays. My father has inspired so many poems, which of course is a good way to preserve memories.
I love this poem. And thanks for reminding me how much I miss my dad.