Dad and Me
She said "Let's go to Dad And Me, it really would be neat."
I couldn't say no. I loved her so. She was so young and sweet.
A weekend just for us, my daughter and I, with so many things to do.
Arts and crafts, swimming and fishing: for a dad, it was a dream come true.
We packed up the car with camping gear. We packed everything on our list..
Mom helped out, checking it over, to be sure there was nothing we missed.
We got checked in and were assigned our tents. It was quiet and serene.
We sat around a campfire telling stories and drinking water from our own
canteen.
Next morning at dawn, we met at the mess hall, eager for an early start.
It was time for some boating and fishing, then to the pool.
After lunch we would do some art.
Our day was planned into the night; an answer to a father's prayer
No matter where we'd be in the years to come, we'd have this memory to share.
Sunday morning we had some archery, and in the woods we could see some
deer.
My daughter gave me a hug, smiled and asked "Dad, can we do this again next
year?"
I didn't have to think twice. It was so nice. I said "Yes, we'll give it a whirl."
Another weekend to look forward to. Just me and my little girl.
This was written for my daughter, Tina, and the wonderful "Dad And Me"
weekends we had at Camp Louise near Berwick, Pennsylvania.
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