Dear Dad.
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.
