I Reminisce, I Miss, My Dad

I reminisce, I miss Visions of my dad while He makes sherbet ice cream Smiling as he lick each finger Getting every tasty treat I visiolized him sitting at The table every Friday night Playing poker with his friends and The strange look he have on his face When he's losing his money While he still trash talks everyone He loved to tell jokes to make Everybody laugh When he laughs, it causes him To shake, it reminds me of Santa With his pipe in his mouth, That's what's I reminisce, I miss