Poetry by Mimi: June 2021

“Daddy”, I squealed and giggled
So he lifted me high in the sky
We’d pretend that I was an airplane
With my arms spread as if I could fly

And, oh, how he made me so happy
I’m his son that he tossed a ball to
He would give me a fatherly slap on the back
When I hit a home run or ran fast laps on the track

He’s been the dad I could talk to
When things in life seemed to go wrong
I’d take a seat right beside him
He’d talk until I felt better and it didn’t matter how long

Now I’m a father myself
Who tries to be just like my dad
Because today I would like to tell the whole world
About the wonderful dad that I had

– Mimi
June, 2021