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".