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Topic: Gone Fishing (02/01/07)
TITLE: Still See It In Their Eyes
By Laurie Glass
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He taught me all the tricks he knew.
Looked forward to those Saturdays,
Our time together, just us two.
We’d dig up worms and pack our rods,
Get all prepared the night before.
So hard to wake, enjoyed my sleep,
But I liked fishin’ even more.
Inhaled the fresh, crisp, morning air,
Enjoyed the sunrise, solitude…
With baited hooks and wat’ring mouths,
Looked forward to our supper food.
We’d sit real quiet on that bank,
But when my line was wiggling,
I’d get excited, carry on,
And couldn’t stop my giggling.
Still picture Dad’s blue dancing eyes
So full of happiness and pride…
Unfair his life was cut so short,
Was still in school when he died.
Those weekend mornings weren’t the same
Without my dad on that old bank,
But still went fishin’, never stopped…
Was quiet, gave me time to think.
I took a likin’ to a girl
And asked if she would fish with me.
She hesitated just a bit,
But once she pondered, did agree.
I offered worms, she sat so still,
Her lovely eyes were filled with fear.
I couldn’t understand just why…
She handed me the pole, said, “Here.”
Thereafter, baited all her hooks,
I guess those worms gave her the creeps,
She’d make a face and look away,
But joined me fishin’ ev’ry week.
We didn’t catch that many fish,
But talked and laughed a lot instead…
Her eyes just captivated me,
They spoke to me the words unsaid.
We later married, had three sons,
And took them fishin, sure enough.
Remember how much fun we had,
Still see their grins and eyes lit up.
The years we spent on that old bank,
Just like my dad had done with me…
Imagined him with my three boys,
And I could see him smiling.
My sons grew up and moved away...
Although I missed them, I must say
That fishin’ with my lovely wife
Was special still, and made my day.
We’d reminisce about the years,
It’s like we fell in love again…
With eyes to melt this fellow’s heart,
I treasured my sweet love, my friend.
We talked and laughed on that old bank,
Still never baited her own hook.
It may sound silly, but I was
Still captivated by her look.
When sickness came, it broke my heart…
I know she fought with all her might,
But nothing more that could be done,
She slipped away from me one night.
I still go fishin’ when I can,
Relieves the ache down in my soul
That sometimes overtakes my heart,
Goes deeper than this fishin’ hole.
When I come back to this old bank,
Enjoy the quiet, feel the breeze,
Get lost in the serenity,
And bask in my sweet memories.
Remember hours I’ve spent here,
Still see my dad’s blue dancing eyes,
Three boys whose looks still lift my heart,
Wife’s eyes that gazed deep into mine.
Reflect at this old fishin’ hole,
I smile, sometimes shed a tear.
Yes, this is where I feel the best,
For on this bank, I feel they’re near.
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