Sweet Daddy
Daddy, I miss you and who you were
and how together we’d family surf.
You taught me to love the taste of candy
and to get chocolate stars was dandy.
A quarter at the candy store
would take me hours to spend for sure.
When days were long, and thoughts were few
that bag of candy would get me through.
Ice cream was our best shared treat
and you would buy it for the kids on our street.
They’d gather ‘round for ice cream cones
and with you as their surrogate, they felt at home.
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There you have it! That is my Six Sentence Story to the prompt word “quarter.”
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I like how he was a surrogate father for those others as well.
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He was. I may tell some more of his stories.
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What a precious man he was, i am sure.
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Yes he was.
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Its very interesting how many of us (at least those of us in the ranks of the hypo-youthful) are being sent back to our childhoods by this week’s prompt.
I quarter was the price of a ticket to the Saturday matinee (and, of course, that meant two movie and coming attractions)
Good Six
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Thank you!
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A very ‘sweet’ Six, Lisa!
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Thank you
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Lovely tribute, Lisa. As a kid, ice cream was the “big” treat. No doubt many of those kids, now adults, remember his generosity with a smile 🙂
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I hope so.
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