My Dad (a Happy Birthday to You poem)

My dad lives in a gingerbread house

underneath the Chihuly glass

not too far from the fairy tale train.

My dad drives a bus with no windows

down a dirt road next to giraffes and rhinos

and the last of the wild horses.

My dad’s a glazed donut baker

on school mornings

and an ice cream scooper

after swim lessons.

My dad’s one of the only ones

who can claim a key

to the kingdoms I write.

And my dad reigns in a sandcastle

on a Delaware beach

where I'm his crabby princess.

ABOUT THE POEM

Today is my dad's 69th birthday so as a tribute I wrote him a poem. The poem is all about childhood memories I have with him and significant places and times with him including the Franklin Park Conservatory, the Wilds, and Dewey Beach. I decided to write it in a more abstract way to give it a more magical quality. I've always felt those memories you make with your loved ones, and especially as a child, possess a sort of enchanted feeling in your heart. I hope my dad loves this poem as much as I love him!