green eggs and ham
a thousand times when he
was little.
curious George
and all the rest.
his eyes would tire
and nearly
close,
but he wouldn't let
me leave,
instead, he'd grab my
hand
and although he knew
each book by heart,
he'd say what's next?
go on, dad,
keep reading.
finally, he'd drift
off to sleep.
i'd close the book
and kiss
his forehead,
then tip toe out
the door
it's those kind of memories
you'll always
keep.
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