Promises

Clasping fireflies and making their lights our own.
"I’ll take you out for 18 holes."
The worms will wriggle on the hooks.
Baseballs don’t throw themselves,
But I can always read my books.

Lighting firecrackers, clanging pots and pans.
I got a dog. His name is Pete.
His moustache is gone. Laughter to ensue.
"I’ll fix the car when I return."
But by then, it's time for the men in blue.

Hold on tight. The winds rush through my hair.
"Now take aim and be careful, it’ll throw you back."
Big Saturday breakfasts with the cartoons on.
With drink in hand at the bar shooting pool.
But I sit at home contemplating the move of my pawn.

A new family appeared in the rear view mirror.
No birthday cards, no telephone calls.
Alive, but asleep in the hospital bed.
Do I care at all?
Daddy’s dead.