David Crandall Poet Free verse

Times with Dad

I went with Dad,
just us two,
to the hardware store.
We got replacement tubes for the TV,
Sometimes, filters for the heater.
He bought me
Necco wafers -
all different colors -
priceless coins.

Sometimes,
we picked up rock salt
for the ice-cream maker - 
vanilla -
cold, smooth, delectable,
an elusive taste.
One man knew
the secret,
in Downey, California, 
1965.

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Deb M July 12, 2024 at 8:05 AM David ….its obvious you have a great love for you dad…l hope his passing wasn’t too recent. I am sorry for your loss and l understand your loss! Great poem….Debx David Crandall July 12, 2024 at 7:03 PM Thanks, I appreciate it Deb - sounds like you've had a similar loss? My dad passed away in 2016. He was 90 and lived a pretty happy, carefree life. He had that kind of personality. I do remember him fondly.

Hilda Greenhough July 12, 2024 at 1:42 AM It's a mellow look back. I miss quieter days too. David Crandall July 12, 2024 at 7:01 PM Yep, pleasant memories