the extent of his youth
up the road to the next town
with a girl he knew from high school and her kid
grey clap board bungalow
breakers on the rocks below
reminding him only of working boats.
he loved that kid more then he loved anyone
took her out for sweets and ice cream at the corner shop
taught her how to skate and hold a hockey stick on black ice lakes
almost ended up in jail trying to get that Barbie House for Christmas.
eventually she left him.
bottoms of too many bottles between ‘em.
never heard from her again.
but got letters from the kid.
eventually dwindled through the years.
now an almost annual event.
doing good .
miss you so much.
when can I see you?
how come I cant see you?
finished school .
moved away from mom.
someday I’m gonna come see you.
just show up, you’ll see.
we’ll get together.
never forget you.
just like a real dad to me.
this was published April 2010 by Boyne Berries 7 http://boynewriters.com/index.html