My Earliest Memory
I think I was about two three,
cause I remember sitting on my father's knee.
We were traveling down and old dirt road,
now bear with me as my story will unfold.
Things I saw my do I tought were not true,
he could crawl up a corner and look down on you.
At school he was the feature attraction,
I never really got any of the satisfaction.
He had blocks burst on his chest,
we only knew his act was the best.
When I found out that it was him,
I said no wonder he named me Jim.
I veer off to tell you this true fact,
he put me behind the wheel to see how I act.
As my fathers son I came thru,
not really knowing what to do.
Yet at the speed of eighty,
I held the car steady.
He must hae had great faith in me,
why I can not begin to see.
This memory has stayed in my mind,
and I tremble at the thought every time.
But I found pleasure in the return trip,
cause when we finished he gave me a sip.
Don't get me wrong cause I was scared,
it was overcame by that moment of love we shared.
T.W.I.S.T.
JLM
Copyright © Jimmy Lee Melvin | Year Posted 2009
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