Let’s just make up our
Minds that we are happy.
We laugh, bottle up that
Black poison, throw it in
The river and draw cups
Of pure water. We are a
Family, our only one.
Tag: dad
Fishing
When my father took my
Two sisters and me fishing
At the local lake, we spent
A lot of time watching the
Bobber on the end of our
Bamboo poles. They rarely
Moved. Our dad tried to
Cheer us up by saying we
Were drowning worms.
That made my youngest
Sister cry. Those were the
Good old days we look
Back on and laugh.
Wordman of Alcatraz 