In my Dad's Deli

March 17, 2010
I remember you coming to my Dad’s deli ordering the BLT sandwich

and drinking a cup of coffee

and reading the newspapers

and winking at me as I tried winking back

and taking me to see Santa

and giving me the thing that Santa did not have that I wanted

and giving nice comments every time I showed you a completed puzzle

or a finished coloring page from a coloring book

and doing this every day as you came to my dad’s deli

until the time you came,
my dad was no longer the owner

and I never said goodbye.

I wish you could see how much I have grown.

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anavav said...
Apr. 7, 2010 at 11:48 am
Best poem I've ever read.
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