Papa and Trinny
All ready to go
Her first camping trip
She’s eight years old.
With sleeping bag and duffle in tow
She’s been packed for a week
Already to go.
Blue jeans and boots
For hikes that are steep
Cutoffs and flip flops
For play in the creek.
Our journey is not far
We will be there by noon.
Her question repeats
Will we be there soon.
Then into the campground
She’s very excited
She sees other kids
Now she’s delighted.
Before I can even
Back into our space
Two kids from a fifth wheel
Come in a race
Chocks are set, trailers unhitched
She’s off to play
Seems Papa’s been ditched
Then fifth wheel mom and fifth wheel dad
Come to our camp with lass and lad
Introductions are made the kids all grin
Been here ten minutes made four new friends
Now camp is set up it is finally time
To build that fire to cook and dine.
Hotdog on a stick a huge smile on her face
Beats a fillet mingon at the fanciest place
One day is over it’s time to turn in
I get the top bunk she says with a grin
She’s up in that bunk like a squirrel up a tree
I am 60 years old, that will never be me.
We say a prayer and I tell her goodnight
As I prepare to turn off the light
She hugs my neck, whispers in my ear
Thank you Papa for bringing me here.
All snug in her bag she drifts off to sleep
How lucky am I for these memories I’ll keep
I don’t know in her dreams where she may go
But one dream’s come true thank you Jayco