I remember wintry,
weekend mornings at Como hill
sliding on our toboggan
to our hearts content.
Hot, summer days
going to the fair.
You would buy us
popcorn, cotton candy
snow cones, pronto pups
and laugh as we rode
the latest kiddy rides.
My first three wheel trike
going to the junkyard
to pick it out.
It was big
you painted it red.
I remember you putting up
the ski slide grandpa built
year after year
so faithfully, even when
our interest waned.
Going on dates
nervous and excited
You always asked
if you could come along.
The gimmicks and gadgets
your brought home to us
after every business trip.
I remember so many things
you did for me.