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!
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