XaviRoseMaiden's blog: "poetry"

i have not too many memories of him .. when i was a small child .

someone who came into my mums life after him destroyed all of my family photos..

i have but a few memories of him ..

i remember him always carrying his camera , and asking to hold my hand .

i remember him taking us to the park , and giving me bread to feed the ducks..

 i remember him taking us to  pick fruit from the trees , i can still see the apples , and apricots   and i can smell thier sweet fresh scent.

and i can remember how proud he was .

we picked after bucket after bucket . until our hands our hands were raw ..

our clothes with a lilttle dirty

but even though it was hard work

we treasured every moment of it  cause we were with our dad .