What It Looks Like from the Top of the Ferris Wheel

My granddaughter Megan wrote this poem. I love that top of the Ferris wheel means so much to her that she wrote about it. And I love even more that she shared it with me. - Beverly

Since I was very little,

I have remembered top of the Ferris wheel day.

The first week of August.

Where you’re at the peak of summer,

The top of the ferris wheel.

People would call it a made up holiday, but it isn’t.

There is no such thing as a made up holiday

Because once you think of it, and start celebrating it,

It no longer is made up or fake.

It becomes real the second you start celebrating.

Every year we celebrate it as a family

In Boston. Most of the time

We make cupcakes and put them on the Ferris wheel cupcake holder.

We make a lot extras and bring them to Club Cafe,

Where Mimi goes to see all her friends,

And celebrate holidays like this.

We have a party, and invite lots of people over

And instead of lasting just that one day

It lasts the whole week.

It keeps going

And that's the best part about it.

People call it crazy and irreverent.

People have told me

“That's not a real holiday”

They don’t get it

Because it is real to me.

And real to my family

Because we celebrate it

And We believe in it.

And that's what makes it real.