my most treasured memory, next to the day
she said yes, and my back seat got wet,
next to the day junior popped his
little bald head out squealing slithery
from her nether region.
Next to the day she said I do
to me, dressed in that flowered dress
we spent all the money we had
from JC Penney 's bargain bin,
next to the day Junior bagged a Buck
at the age of seven with a cheap bow and arrow
I gave him cause it would not shoot straight,
right there next to Thanksgiving
fifty years later we all gathered round the table
her and junior and me, and
the buck I finally shot
yesterday.