< a polka poem for my dad >
ray heinrich
a polka poem for my dad
who i never loved as much
as i could have
and never mind why
there're always good reasons
for everything
and i have a few as well
but not enough
never enough good reasons
so dad
this is for you
written
as i sit in the dance hall
watching
you and your sister
dancing to the polka
that won you that contest
in Texas so long ago
the one
i burned your only picture of
