Dad, Hubert Tinsley, 9/27/1920 - 6/02/2010 July 25, 2010
daddy’s paper
small girl standing on tiptoe
careful not to touch
knowing daddy’s paper
was special
maybe even magic
eyes smiling
daddy asked
would you like to help
would you like to see
what the wide wide world
is like
from sky so blue
oh my, what a wondrous thought
daddy placed his papers
his special “where to fly” papers
on living room floor
small girl stepped around large square
see said daddy
this blue line is a river deep
that curved line a mountain steep
here is building tall
there runway waiting
waiting for my plane and me
tiny fingers softly traced path
pencil line now showing journey
from nation’s capital across vast sea
destination far far Italy
I, that little girl
found visions that day
possibilities
pride that I
small girl
pencil gripped in trembling hand
could help daddy fly away and home again
home again
daddy has flown home again
there waiting for this child he taught
how to find a path
even through endless skies
find a path home again