I saw my dad unwrap a peanut butter cup for his best friend.
I'd given him shit about his love for them the day before,
when there where mounds of wrappers littering the kitchen.
He smiled and snickered and blamed it on mom.
I thought it would always be the same story.
But tonight was different.
I saw my dad unwrap a peanut butter cup for his best friend.
I cried but he smiled at their confectionary communion
and stowed the fragile wrapper in his pocket.
It isn't much, but in the scheme of life
every scrap helps
(to keep the shared memories they'll always have)
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