By Kort Wohlgenant
It’s wonderful you know what I’m thinking before I say it
It’s wonderful how much you sacrifice to make us happy
It’s wonderful how you taught me to drive a tractor when I was 2
I miss going hunting for agates along the creekbed with you
I miss going fishing and camping and sitting around the fire with you
I miss seeing your cheery eyes as we try to see who could eat ribs the fastest.
I hate seeing you in that wheelchair, in and out of the operating room.
I hate that I see you less and less every year.
I hate you’re always alone on Thanksgiving.
I love how you’re still optimistic and cracking jokes,
I love how you’re always up to get a slice at MacKenzie River Pizza Co.
I love how you told me everything about our family’s history in Montana.
But I really love how your favorite word is wonderful.