She looks at me
Through big brown eyes
On a beautiful afternoon
Her eagerness
Is no surprise
As dark is coming soon
She's been turned away
So many times
She hates to ask again
But fishing with dad
Is what she loves
It's been a long time since we've been
I look at her
And give a smile
As I recognize that look
It’s the one she gives
Once in a while
When she wants to bait a hook
I look away and rub my chin
Before I grant her wish
And say to her
"Go get the pole
It’s time to catch some fish".
Michael F. Elliott Jr
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