Ode to Dad

You are the clarinet,

but you can't play it with a 

broken elbow.

so you wear that elbow pad of yours(actually your brothers).

Whenever some one yells,"Black," I think of it.

You enjoy cookies in Tahoe on the lake, after you put the boat away.

You drive there from the west, to the east.

You play monopoly with me, and I glance up.

A shirt of a model airplane is on it.

Before we play though,

you milk out of the fridge.

It reminds me of the white snowy happiness at Squaw Valley.

If you were a day of the week,

you would be monday

like  a redwood tree.

In the morning you take a shower at 7:25 and then find your 

CLOSET! 

I always find junk in it(no offense),

but I like to I guess explore it that way.

You are always caring and supportive,

and that's why you're my dad.