14 June, 2013  |   4 Comments

Captain Papa

Beach Girls

We didn’t think you’d helm this ship,
     swab the deck,
     hoist the mast.


These children, they were women’s work,
     or so we thought,
     so we thought.


I watch your heart, it swells (and breaks)
     washes up on
     sand crab beach,
     where they,
     with pink buckets,
     wait for you.

4 thoughts on “Captain Papa

  1. 1
    Heather says:


    Also, love this. xo

  2. 2
    Amanda Brown says:

    This gave me all-over goosebumps. I’ve got three little girls and the way their Daddy loves them is just like this.

  3. 3
    maryann says:

    Great poetry! Brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for sharing!

  4. 4
    Kris says:

    Nice put. I am a daddy’s girl. When I’m with him, I felt secured like nothing’s going to harm me. I love my dad so much and I like what you’ve written, reminds me of my daddy-day-care times, our sound trips, eating sessions, our exercise schedule and all.

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