A little girl sat on the lap of her Dad,
When he’d finished his cuppa & No6 fag.
He’d blow a big raspberry, under her chin,
Which ended in giggles, and a big, daddy grin.
On hot sunny days, a treat came, unplanned,
Home for tea; iced strawberry mivvis in hand.
Summers were long, and in winter’s thick snow,
We dragged wooden sledges, faces aglow.
She sat ‘neath the baby grand, sounds to enthrall,
And played with her dolls house next to the wall.
He played like a symphony, ivories skimmed,
Piano keys echoing, passion undimmed.
Family parties were musical, bright,
He played his accordion into the night,
These memories; golden, from childhood eyes,
Dear Dad, kind and selfless, cheery and wise.
16th June 2019
Happy Father’s Day to all the Dad’s out there, you rock!
Thinking of everyone whose Dad, like mine, is no longer around to make new happy memories. Thankfully, we can still keep so many lasting ones bundled away in our hearts, forever.
This poem is about my Dad, Ron. A few little vignettes I remember about him from my childhood, that are clear, though not extraordinary, but still very special to me indeed. I love you, Dad.