Memories of Snow

My Father: Memories I have

My Father:
Memories I Have

His face is enshrined in childhood memories;
Arms lifting shoulder high;
Paternal laughter...deep and echoing;
Passing via train through verdant farmlands;
Yarns of his childhood revised and edited.

Forgotten memories come to the surface:
A day at the Kay County Fair;
The summer evening spent on the front porch;
Holiday visits to Grandmother's house;
Easter egg hunts and Christmas dinners are
Riding together on memory's track.
'tis through the veil of time
I See his hand holding mine.

Daddy, I love you!
A child's voice echoes.
Yesterday's actions, today's memories create.

Poet's Note: ▼

I wrote this in 149 B.E. These are some of the memories that come to me on Father's Day .