14 June, 2013  |   4 Comments

Captain Papa

Beach Girls

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

beachgirls-shellhand

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

beachgirls-papadig

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

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4 thoughts on “Captain Papa

  1. 1
    Heather says:

    DOTTIE BUTT!

    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:

    Hi,
    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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