He was a corporate guy in a suit and tie,
but in a pink hat with matching pearls, he was just one of us girls.
By day he managed employees, sat in on meetings, and problem solved.
At night he happily chucked it all to play “Pretty, Pretty Princess.”
A couple of decades later, he’s still commuting for a paycheck.
He’s traded floor fun for quiet, relaxed evenings in a chair, Nook in hand, head nodding.
Memories, always fresh, still linger…of bygone days with his little girl.
All grown up, but still his pretty, pretty princess.
His pumpkin pie. Her pops.