Father's Day

I will remember that the one Sunday a year that Dad would answer the phone was
Father's Day,
As I held his thin frail hand,
I remembered him taking me to the old IGA on Main Street,
The older IGA before the other old IGA,
It had those creaky wooden floors.
Dad told me to get the cereal I liked,
My heart smiling,
Second thought,
Any cereal?
Yes, he told me by his dry subtle smile.
Cocoa puffs, I picked,
My box.
I will never forget.