Chuckie Cheese

This one is for you Papa.  I love you.

I don't remember much, but
I do remember you. I remember
strong, yet gentle hands
picking me up. I remember
you coming over to visit. I imagine
it made her jealous. I remember
going to visit you - so many
knick-knacks! She wouldn't
let me touch them. I remember
you painting a room -
drywall was your canvas.
I remember.

Mostly, I remember Chuckie Cheese.
I remember you
put her in her place. You
took me there anyway.
I remember
that day from over a decade ago -
Better than I remember yesterday.

Even when I
grow old and lose my
memory, I'll still remember
Chuckie Cheese.

When I'm gone
and my grandchildren are the ones writing,
we'll meet on roads paved with gold,
and I'll say: "Papa, remember Chuckie Cheese?"
And you'll respond: "Of course..."
"...I never forgot."