Do my best to waste another day

[jaguar1211]

and so the fourth has come and gone
the left over fireworks being lit
cracking and booming
I hear them in the distance
coming from places that don't exist to me
our only link is the noise

I went to the truck to get our overnight stuff.
and I paused to smoke.
I laid down in the grass by the truck
far from camp
from people
and just stared at the stars
remembering how many years I have spent staring at the stars on that night
before the fourth
on the fourth
that weekend
that firecracker weekend
my brother and I laying on the dock watching falling stars
while the fog rolled over the water
and the bullfrogs sang to each other
it was perfect
I miss those days but you cant have them back
just a sliver here and there
you  take it when you see the chance to remember how things were
when you were young
and things were so easy
so I took my sliver with the stars and I took my sliver by the water on the dock
noting the only thing missing was the bullfrogs.

all I can wonder is what will my son's memories be?
and how can I make sure there is a touch of what I feel in him?

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