Memorabilia
he had
a TV
in the basement
of that white two-story
a recliner where he’d sit
and unwind
watching mostly sports
but he never missed an episode
of Happy Days
neither did i
tiptoed on the stair
quietly sitting there
he’d let out a roar of laughter
and i always thought he looked
so much like the Fonz
with his dark hair combed straight back
and i think sometimes
he knew i was there
roaring with him
but he never let on
he’d come home with candy in his pockets
and have me guess which one
peanut or plain m&ms
we’d spend hours in the snow
building men
and baseballs
he was so much like a kid
filled with joy
we’d walk the woods
and he’d pick me up
and put me on the highest boulder
summers he spent mowing the grass
and i’d tote him some tea
and he’d act like it was the best drink
in the whole wide
i followed him everywhere
but there
he wouldn’t let me
go there
TL