Days till Midnight Poetry by Chris P.
My Dad
Vacations with my dad, best times of my childhood
Abundance of love, joy and adventure
TV stays off while we’re together
Earthquakes shiver the house, but the chimes don’t move
Restful sleep, I feel no fear in my couch cushion fort
Tea time at his kitchen table, wise words and laughter while I grow up
Irresistible smell of cinnamon waffles, that works at any age
Every bike ride had to end at night, so I could turn the lights on
Remember me from the world beyond and live in my heart forever