My Dad doesn't sing Lullabies

At bedtime my Dad doesn't sing lullabies
He tells stories to widen my eyes
Stories that don't come from a book's page
about the things he did when he was my age!

When Dad was a kid he had a motorbike
he'd jump any jump high enough to like
Dad was always on some mission
riding around the town without permission

and Dad even talks about my Opa
Mostly of sneaking out and 'borrowing' his car
One time Dad took the day off school even though he wasn't ill
And his mother nearly found him out -
Dad laughs about it still

Dad tucks the blanket up over my chin
And noone tucks people in quite like him
Every night I beg Dad to tell the tale completely
But mum always stops him saying "Not that one sweetie"

The time Dad talks about were when he was a kid
He laughs and says "Don't do any of things I did!"
But he has a story that I thinks the best one on earth
Its all about the way he felt the day of my birth...




Poetry by Helen Warren
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Written on 2008-08-02 at 08:04

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Helen...What a lovely write...sounds like your dad loves
his daughter and vice versa....

xxx Stan
2008-08-02