Our Dad Poem by july barfuhgnugen

I talked to my dad today. We love eachother! Who could break the bond between a father and daughter? I wont let a man or a bad memory come into play.
I miss playing with him when I'd swing upside down between his legs, playing on grandma's bar, and singing in the van.
I remember feeling bad 'cause I couldn't harmonize like my sis.
I love him ('half a heart') in the same room where at 3 and 4 I stole the abandoned cups of coffee to add to the joke of stunted growth.
3 years later, living in the office my sister and I shared a bunkbed (on weekends) in a small room/hallway.
In that time I remember once cuddling with my Dad's warm tummy against my frozen feet I loved him.