To My Favorite Picture
When I was five we went to DisneyWorld
magic was embedded in every building,
although my dad complained about how he felt like his brain
would fry like an egg in the heat of Florida,
hearing my bubbly laugh when meeting
the characters I loved made it somewhat
bearable again. After hours of laughing
and some more complaining from my dad,
we sat on a brick bench with thousands
of baby pink flowers behind it,
my mom took out her camera
we smiled, the joy engulfed us in
a bubble and nothing could touch us.
not realizing in that moment that I would use this
picture to remember my dad now,
in front of those flowers, every time
I want to see my dad, that’s how
I choose to look at us.
About the Author: The author of this poem is Lindsey Estrada. She’s a senior from Pompton Lakes, NJ and will be attending Quinnipiac University in the fall. This is her first publication and it is about her and her father reminiscing on a special picture.
