A Perfect Day

A day—

One perfect day when nothing mattered—

I was so small back then.

But when he put me up on his shoulders I felt so big—

Like a giant looking down from a beanstalk.

He made me feel like I could hold the world in my hands.

Like I was so important.

He made me smile and laugh—

And nothing mattered.

Not the beer that he drank that Grandma would try to hide from me—

Not the arguments they would have late at night—

Nothing but our perfect day.

And the clouds that felt like I could almost reach.