For Danny
When you're whistling past the grave yard
on some sunny afternoon
and you don't know where you're going
but you're hoping you'll get there soon
I hope that you'll remember all the pirate ships we sailed
across the green grass ocean when the westerlies prevailed
and all the tigers that we captured
just the two of us
and the tickle game and the laughter
while we were riding on the bus
I hope you can remember
all the good times that we had
but most of all I hope some day
I'll hear you call me "dad".
Copyright © Robbie Brusberg | Year Posted 2008
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