Woo Hoo! Still THE MAN.

Whoo Hoo! Still THE MAN

Through Memories

I look at you through memories

of running in the rain,

of funny children’s stories

and haunted Halloweens.

Of how you learned to hold me

and simply let me cry,

listening to my many fears

to heal me of my fright.

Of you overcoming phobias,

so I wouldn’t be alone

while camping in the woods

or giving talks on Type.

Of nightmare trips in broken cars

and cabins full of scouts,

houses filled with strangers

and jeep rides in the night.

Letters shared in parking lots

and rooms full of  golden flowers,

the kaleidoscope of memories

that fill my heart with love.

Fifty-four years.

 

 

 

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