I can remember when I was six <br />my father would play so many tricks. <br />and I would fall for them all. <br />He'd pull coins from my ear. <br />He'd measure my height on a wall <br />and say to me, <br />'My you're getting tall.' <br /> <br />I can remember when I was seven. <br />he made up stories all about heaven. <br />He told me that there was no hell. <br />Then he'd kiss me. I remember his smell. <br />He called it 'Old Spice.' <br />I called it nice. <br />I'd watch him shave the foam from his face. <br />I can remember it all. <br /> <br />I can remember when I was ten. <br />My father always knew just when <br />to make me laugh if I was sad. <br />I also remember when he got mad. <br />He'd slam the door and pace the floor <br />and when his temper would settle down, <br />he was back to being my dad. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />A special remembrance of my father on this Father's Day. I miss you.<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-remember-5/
