How you carried me out into the waves
and I squealed with almost-fright
as we were splashed and salted
...and I was always safe.
I remember
playing hide-n-seek
waiting
breathless
hearing the floor
creak beneath your feet
just beyond sight!
I remember my small hands
held in yours
under running water
...this is how we wash our hands.
And again, my hand in yours
being led home after
a hard day at nursery school.
I remember sitting in your lap
my hands on the wheel
(while yours did the steering)
as we drove
over a wooden bridge
and how I was your copilot
as we flew that Plymouth
down the road.
I remember watching you work,
curls of freshly planed wood
piling around your feet
the dust from the saw
floating in the air
like a dream.
I remember
secret hot dogs
and root beers
and Mile High cones
laughter shared
the love I felt.
I remember riding the bus
on my way home.
I love you, Daddy.
I thought it real hard.
Could you hear me?
Did you know?
I love you, Daddy.
-- Jeanne Eton Leigh
June 2000
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