Fireside Chats

My Father was a traveling man, a manufacturers rep;
A legendary salesman, at his profession, so adept!
Oft times he had to leave us, from Monday morning till Friday Afternoon;
To cover all his territory, his earnings yearly ballooned!
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He provided us with a life of luxury, while sacrificing his own at home;
To earn a record income, he had to leave us all alone!
Thank Heavens his work was seasonal, about seven months a year;
The Winter ones, he’d be at home, the Summers, too real near!
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We did not use our fireplace, but we had a converted music room;
Originally, a two-car garage, it was a great place for us to loom!
After dinner, my Dad and I, would head there every night;
To talk about his young son’s life, if he could do more to make it right!
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Instead of a burning fireplace, we had a register in the wall;
That kept the room well heated, measuring over five feet tall!
We would have these wonderful “fireside chats”, my Father, alone with me;
I look back and I remember them, and how wonderful did they be!
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Treasured moments
My Father and me chatting
Fireside fantasy