Fishing Date
Toothpaste, toothbrush, comb, razor... pillow, pajamas, t-shirt, and hoodie. Flip flops, tennis shoes, sunscreen, ball cap...Today I am packed, and ready to leave.
Head tipped forward, I climb into the jeep.
Butterflies in my stomach,
Excitement unkempt....
Drive, unpack, 20 poles, one tent.
Distant memories remain, steadfast in place
Heart pounding fast, brain trying to keep pace.
4 days 3 nights alone with my dad?
Fishing, camping, it may sound a tad
Tomboyish to some, to others just boring
But to me, it's an adventure worth reexploring!
No women in sight, a charter full of grown men,
"Dress like a boy" he says, so I won't be oogled by them.
I can't help but smile, still his princess at heart
Feeling like this time will give us a new start.
Smores in the fire, as stories trade lips,
Excitement growing evermore
As I write about this trip.
Sun reflecting off the surface of the water,
The only noise is the splash of poles,
And a bit of idle chatter.
"theres a cheese factory" he says
"Do you like cheese?"
I smile again, this time at his effort to please.
He wants everything perfect,
Has even planned out each meal!
Unbenownst to him, just the time together will leave me fulfilled.
I'm a girl, this is true, he didn't teach me football.
Didn't put a mit in my hand,
or teach me the slide fall.
No play wrestling was had,
We never talked about girls,
For I was his one with the ribbons and curls. He sang me butterfly kisses, and bandaged my knee. Bought me ice cream and dollies, and most often coddled me.
Encouraged my desires from jazz tap to writing.
Listened to every made up story and quoted "how exciting!"
But he taught me to bait and cast, set my hook, and real it in.
Paitence, and peace. How to catch fish again, and again!
Today I am packed, and ready to leave.
Head tipped forward, I climb into the jeep.
Butterflies in my stomach,
Excitement unkempt....
Drive, unpack, 20 poles, one tent.
Distant memories remain, steadfast in place
Heart pounding fast, brain trying to keep pace.
New memories lay ahead, and I can all but wait,
To spend time with my daddy, on our fishing date.
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