Thank you for making
snowballs for me so my stockpile
would be ready against my siblings
for a camping adventure,
a hunt for a ghost town
even though no one else believed
for buying jelly rolls–
Even though I didn’t like them, I pretended
because they were your favorite
for taking me shopping
because you wanted to buy me something,
and I still have that casserole dish, Dad
for teaching me how to love words
through rhyme and meter
and imbuing me with the passion for poetry.
