Remembering

After the last friend had left, the chairs put up, the food split up and the doors locked. As I got in the car I looked back at my daddy's house. I could see him on the side porch, with a cigarette in his mouth, leaning on the railing, waving good-bye. Warning us to be careful and for Troy to take care of his baby. Always the same words. Then an I love you and he would blow me a kiss.