Oh father, I liked how you held my hand,
No dance but just that firm grip.
"Hurry son, your mama waits", how opposite,
Scorching sun and wind through car windows.

Forever waits and just sitting there,
Little talks with a wink, a squiggly smile, quite unafraid.
Crosswords, measures, designs, never fade,
"Learn son, the future waits", how true.
That's why, I am so.