hey dad

hey dad
i hope you are well
i miss you
i love you
(and all of that jazz)

now that i live
so far across the country
(in a place filled with jazz)
it often seems so much farther
from the days
of your big white truck
and the pet fly that you named
a memory that should have been fleeting
as the lives of flies have been

but this fly kept coming back to me this week
as i hunted a fly around the house all week
reminding me of you
and everything of you
that i love
and miss

the silly sense of humor
that would make a six year old's day
like this joke
that spanned the lifetime
of a fly
that lived in your big white truck
for a few days
and had a name

though i guess it's still going
since i still smile at the thought
of naming a fly
so i often think of you
when i see a fly
without a name
or a truck
that's big and white
and as time flies
i hope you might remember
the fly
and that i miss you
and that i love you
and your silly sense of humor




wb