MEMORIES Every Father's Day I get asked the same question. "Dad... what do you want?" And every year... I give the same answer. "Nothing." Then somebody laughs. Somebody rolls their eyes. And somebody replies...don't tell lies "Come on... there must be something." "We want to make Father's Day special....there can't be nothing And I smile for a while Because they're looking for something And I'm thinking about all the nothings money never could and never would. I remember fishing rods. Lonely roads. Burnt braai meat while you laugh playing under my feet Long drives with only our souls that meet Dad jokes. Loud laughter there after And once upon a time little hands that once fit inside mine.... Back then... when you were still small I stopped you to fall I already knew something...most important of all I knew there would be a day I would say I knew there would come a day when you would have your own way with your own place to stay Your own dreams. Your own memories it seems. A Dad knows what it means And that's exactly how it should be. I understand that, trust me. I accept that. I'm proud of that. But the older I get...Before I forget the more I realize that Father's Days aren't counted forwards anymore. They're counted backwards....not like years before I don't know how many I have left. Something a Dad seem to regret And somehow... that makes every one of them worth a little more unlike before So if you ask me what I want this Father's Day... I still don't want a watch. Or a wallet. Or another coffee mug. What I want... is your time....your time and a hug An afternoon. A conversation. A drive. A coffee. A braai. A walk while we talk. A memory. Time buys memories Because when the gifts are forgotten... and the boxes they're in are rotten and the money has long been forgotten... the memories stay. They're the one thing life can never take away. So give me your time. And together... we'll go buy something money can't reply. We'll make memories none can deny. Valuable memories. The kind that last forever....Us together and ever. 🎤 Pinoks Vibes ☕🐕🎸 Songs for the bruised, not the perfect.
