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remembering on memorial day.
who he was.
i remember my dad standing right here
when i was 2 years old
we lived in chicago
he was so young
just starting out in his career
i remember the bar in our basement
climbing up into the stools
the candle wrapped in netting
the straw hats on the wall
and i remember
he loved to be the life of the party.
—
“it doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.”
-anne sexton
—
happy father’s day to all
leftovers.
thank you on this memorial day.
knowing mom.
early mother’s day surprise movie present
courtesy of
my daughters
who remember prince and his music
as a part of their days
growing up with me
and
we
watched him on the big screen
and
sang and danced
with 1,000 other people
of all ages
who remembered him too
and we even
smuggled in food
in a big purse
just like the days
when we didn’t have a lot of money
but we did have
a lot of dollar movies
a lot of music
and
a whole lot of love.
—
happy mother’s day to all who mother
and to those who really know their mothers.