My Favorite

The way you listened as I talked and told,

As if my words were made of gold

That was my favorite

The way you’d pick sights for us to see

And try to keep them a mystery

That was my favorite

The way you took me for a camel ride

On “Lawrence of Florence” and stayed by my side

That was my favorite

The way you’d always make a stop

To get me a muffin and a diet pop

That was my favorite

The way you held my hand real tight,

As if to say, ‘This is so right.’

That was my favorite

 

The way you tenderly looked at me

And said ‘I do’ eternally

That was my favorite

The way you looked so proud and glad

The day you first became a dad

That was my favorite

The way you made her a classic toon groupie

With Tom & Jerry, Bugs Bunny, and Droopy

That was my favorite

The way it set your heart awhirl

When we had our second little girl

That was my favorite

The way you taught her crawdadding technique

And helped her wade along the creek

That was my favorite

The way your heart was filled with joy

When we finally had our little boy

That was my favorite

The way you showed him structural rules,

First with blocks—and later on—with tools

That was my favorite

The way you sacrificed, in spite of debt,

To see that your family’s needs were met

That was my favorite

The way you love each of us with such affection

And would do anything for our protection

The way that you laugh, the way that you smile,

Your jokes and your quirks, your unique lack of style

All the things that you are—wisdom, brains, and much more

Make you the one that I adore

You are my favorite

 

© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart