His Father’s Magic Hat – a poem
He was happy at the news
of the young man
who finally found his father’s magic hat
hidden in a bomb shelter
under a tree house.
It reminded him of the days
when his father was young
and would do magic tricks—
pulling a new mother
out of the hat.
His new mother
was full of blue turbulence
and the ride was rough
but she always had a smile for him
when he came downstairs
in the morning—
to the smell of bacon and coffee
and the kitchen window
steamed over from the dishes
being washed.


