My bride and I have been watching a clutch of ducklings grow up on the pond behind us. They’ve gotten so big! Seeing them just makes me a little bit happy and I thought that needed to be shared this morning.
Today is my father’s birthday. When I was little, we had a tree by the driveway. He would pick me up, put me in the branches, then climb up himself. There he would tell me stories and feed my imagination. There’s an argument to be made that he overfed it considering my career path. I wouldn’t have it any other way. This poem is for my father.
The Everyday Poet 