Daddy Days

Thru the woods we walked and talked - We,

Daddy and the way-back-then me…

Air so crisp, Spirit so free…

Brook babbling,

Rabbits hopping,

Christmas treeing

Dark, rich soil, floating leaves

Soft, whistling, whispering breeze

Oh, How I miss those Daddy Days

No thought toward good-fortune-awaits

For it’s  there…In the there and then

Never to be recaptured when…

Unimagined future unfolds

Adorned, forlorn, swift highs and lows

Life holds so much…

Sweet smile. Loving touch.

Running, Stumbling, Learning, Growing

Laughing, weeping, cheering, groaning,

There’s winning, there’s losing…

Chocolate cake! Steak! Boozing!

Books, Music and Shiny Stuff…

Hide’nSeek and Blind Man’s Bluff

Truly, heaven and hell..A life awaits

As one truth above all defies debate 

When we’re lucky…

At the core of Everyman/woman, plays -

breathes, tender memories of Daddy Days

By Fran Pearce

From: United States

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