One Fish Two Fish

Dear Father I may not know you but I have a piece of you. There's this memory in my mind, age three walking down to the lake holding your warm hand in the summer breeze I have my blue and white mickey and friends fishing pole. Donald Duck being my favorite. Out goes the line I didn't get a bite but you did. Out goes the line your on a roll Your words of encouragement help me swing out that line and just like that I caught a little fish. Full of joy and smiles we threw it back. Walking home with smiles, laughs and fish. As I talk to Gram about our trip your in the kitchen cleaning the fish I come to watch saying that's gross and ran out then the alarm goes off smoke coming out to the living room Gram yelling "Jim you OK" you coming to the door "I got it under control" we laugh I don't remember ever eating that fish but I remember getting it. You left me or maybe I left you but i'll always have that moment Thanks always Tria