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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