Sharing Dad

Dad was puttering around today Playing with me God we haven’t played in years You know, Dad’s eighty now I remember how he looked in photos at twenty I remember the twinkle in his eyes at my sons two year old birthday party. We played computer, you see Dad it can do this LOOK LOOK here it does this too! I did so like kissing the top of his bald head. So good to see that old comb-over long gone now So good to smell the MY Dad smell of clean clothes and soap. Your files need to be organized Dad. You have them all glommed up in with the general documents files. Know wonder you can’t find them, all the love poems to his dear heart Ruth. I wonder if he remembers my wedding day. He was so handsome in his tux that day. I remember his smile then as he watched me walk the white carpet in the garden by the mill pond. Joy, now is that any name to call a dog [oops SHE doesn’t know she’s a dog!] The dust mop of a pooch barked indignantly as, I took her Daddies attention from her. Had a dog once, Babe was her name, she was a huge sheepdog, we lost our Babe when I lost my Dad for a long time, BUT he's been back along while too now Dad was sharing with me and I so loved it. Me, of course being his first girl, sharing with me, his love and happiness with his last girl OUR Ruth.