Every Friday Night
No fear was ever in sight
I hopped in the truck
11 at night
My dad would hold me tight
The blue ranger or
Whatever car we had
Would chug us along
Straight down Broadway
It all started when I was around 5
At this age my spirit was always alive
A little tired; this I was
But alone time with dad was worth every yawn
Red and yellow flashing lights
Many stops and yields
p.j. pants going to my heels
Dad had the same thing on
This was time where i could talk about anything
The short ride to Marsh or
The little longer ones to McClure’s
Made us both feel loved
The gas station lights
Still bright as can be
I held my daddy's hand
As I slid my little butt out the seat
He would say, “Don’t forget to get both A&B"
We were talking about some magazines
This sounds like such a silly thing
But it lies in my heart for very long
The connection with my daddy was
Something I found very strong
I hold on to this so very dearly
Losing him I never saw really clearly
that is why I remember this
I love my dad and miss his
Goodnight kiss.