Geranium Place seemed a magical space
To this little girl who frequently guested there
A horse collection on shelves and three little elves
Were the daughters who daily did dwell in a home where
Their mother could drive and toMAHtoes did thrive
In a kitchen which served Yorkshire pudding with beef!
Trail mix treats-raisins, chips semi-sweet
Why, a beagle named Snoopy dwelled there, too – Good Grief!
I witnessed one day (in an odd sort of way)
That the mom let her girls have their own space
She picked up knitting half-done, did the normal vacuum run
Then let gravity lay needles and yarn back in place!
Wow! Geranium Place was indeed a magical space!
How I envied those elves in a home that encouraged their crafts and their friends
Who after climbing some stairs could dine sitting on Windsor Chairs!
Eat Dad’s barbecue, stay up late and then crash into sleeping bags laid end to end.
Accents, cocktails and a bit of au jus were all things from a home that I already knew
But a father who worked in a suit and tie? was something quite strange, even queer!
So I tiptoed around this tall CPA; and noticed how different he was in his way
From my overalls dad…until, that is, his wife served him a beer!
Whew! I sighed with relief…
Only I in my family could tell, brag and boast
Of spending good times at their table, not mine
Eating homemade shortbread, Yorkshire pudding and roast!
This was written as a tribute to all the good men and providers, past and present, who come in every shape and size, and who watch over all of us in their roles as dads, uncles, neighbors and sometimes even adopted grandpas! No one else can fill your shoes, so remember the role your actions play in creating memories … Have a blessed, Happy Father’s Day!
