My Dad; My Stroke Survivor

We used to climb mountains,
Yet get lost on the trails,
End up wandering streets,
But we learned not to care.

I think he planned it,
Thought the whole thing through,
Just to spend the time,
The time with those weird kids that he grew.

For we saw that one tree,
And then we saw it again,
Circled it five times,
Then the fun really began.

He taught us to be strange; to be silly; to stay young,
To dance in the streets,
Sing in the stores,
And to always have far too much fun!

Strangers complain I'm too happy,
I just smile and say,
You need to stay silly,
And learn my Dad's childish ways.

My Dad will grow stronger,
And I'll get us lost once again,
He'll love the strange sentiment,
The one he began.

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