Of Dads and daughters
Recently my teen age daughter and her father went to the same supermarket at the same time. She took her bike. He took his car. He couldn’t understand why she couldn’t just go with him. The frustration!
On a recent trip to my parents, seeing a certain item opened a floodgate of actions of a similar nature when I was a teen and the following poem is a reflection of those years – carefree years as I now know them to be.
Dear Red Muffler
Worn yet new,
Around my Daddy’s neck
Snug and true,
Fond memories of
Yester years,
Of days that
Were filled with fears
Walking to the bus stop
Every day with you,
With the muffler
And the monkey cap too,
Asking you to stop
Halfway there,
Didn’t want anyone
To stop and stare
What if someone saw you
In that attire?
How could you allow
An event so dire?
Didn’t then want you to walk by my side,
To avoid remarks
That could be snide
Years have rolled by now Daddy dear
Am not so shy and have no such fear
I wonder why
And I wonder how
The days gone by
Seem so ridiculous now
Would give anything
To be that little girl somehow
To walk by your side
And not stop you, no …
Knowing too well
That is not to be
Do let me have the muffler please,
Will keep me warm and make me feel free
To be that little girl once again …..
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