Remembering Daddy
I touch your red plaid jacket and I see your crinkled face
Older but still beloved, the face of my father
I remember the times you would get tickled and laugh the loudest
Over unexpected things....
like the time Richard put his head through the wall
We thought you would be mad, but you laughed your head off.
I miss you Daddy
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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