Daughter’s Memories


I remember riding my pink motorcycle
With you and Momma
Picking up golf balls
In a great big field
Putting them in the purple containers
On the side
I remember driving
All the way to Minnesota
So you wouldn't have to be alone
You pick me up when I fall down
The protector of my family
The reason I'm here
Thank you

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem