Fishing With Dad

Early in the morn, just before the sun would rise The scent of bacon, thick enough to burn my eyes Crept under my door, across the sheets and into my nose The aroma I smelt every morning before I arose It's a memory. It comes with the territory Each and every time I tell my favorite story The vibration of the morning news, ringing from the t.v. The first sound I would hear, inevitably Good morning sleepy head, my daddy would grumble From behind his coffee cup as he watched me fumble You have "bed head" he'd chuckle "Now give me some knuckle" Before I knew it, we were wrestling and I'd end up in a head lock We'd pack up our breakfast and head to the dock Sitting side by side as the sun made its way into the sky To this day, I've seen nothing more beautiful than an Albuquerque rise We didn't speak much as daddy loved to soak up the hues I know now that he wasn't thinking of the morning news Like clockwork, his coffee cup began to leaven He would look up to the sky as if straight into heaven By this time I was anxious, beginning to squirm He'd look down with a grin, "let's drown us a worm" I remember the feeling, so vibrant and telling theatrically alive as a result of my compelling We'd sit there all day, stirring the pot Bragging to one another of the fish we had caught When the sun was blazing, I'd grab our swimming trunks Around the lake we would race and then, "Kerplunk!" Out once again, we would dash To see who could make the biggest splash Tossing a ball, to and fro I dreaded the words "it's time to go" But of coarse they would come and I'd suck in my lip No towels for drying. He'd tell me to drip Back to the dock, we'd resume our position Everything the same to satisfy our superstition We fished until dark, catching our dinner Then playfully argued over who caught the winner I peeled potatoes as he cleaned the fish Together we made a manly dish We caught fireflies and frogs before hitting the sack Then went to bed like zombies, tomorrow we'd be back I reminisce those days before my daddy passed The greatest days of my life went by too fast My time with him tragically ended Never again was my life so splendid Like a piece of luggage, shipped off to the city People would look at me and say "what a pity" I would always stand out, in my cowboy boots Despite my environment, I was true to my roots People grew tired as I would ramble on about my dad To this day, I ramble, to quiet the sad