I Remember: A Poem to My Father
I remember dancing with my father while I stood on his feet.
Round and round we go as we danced to the record player beat.
I remember the long bike rides that we use to take.
And how we stopped to ride the paddle boat across the lake.
We would play ball in the park until it got dark.
And then he would race me home.
Oh how I remember those days as I write this poem.
My wonderful father now with hair of gray.
I love you so much and wanted to tell you Happy Father's Day.