Walking with my daughter Safely in my arms Perched her on my shoulders After not too long With a kick piggyback I would gallop on Holding hands and kicking cans While we strolled along When we took to running The race she’d always win When we took to falling I doctored up her chin Somehow seeing new things In places we had been Walking with my daughter Always with a grin
(You guys must think that I’m loosing it. Maybe I am?)
JC
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We’re all poets, only some of us write it down. JC 9/27/08
Anyone who has the courage to disagree, deserves all do respect. JC 4/28/08
Life is a loosing battle, so you might as well live it up. J.C. 3/29/08
Life should be like skiing, you have the most fun on the way down. J.C. 8/17/07
Take their word for it, and that’s just what you’ll get. J.C. 3/19/07
Only the truth is worth the ultimate sacrifice. J.C. 1/26/06
Compared to the far right, the far left is somewhere in the middle. J.C. 2/22/06
I’ll be the first to apologies, as long as I get one back. J.C. 3/7/06
It’s a happy man, who can laugh at himself.
If you’re looking for a new experience, don’t hire someone with a lot of it. J.C. sometime in 1990
Walking with my daughter Safely in my arms Perched her on my shoulders After not too long With a kick piggyback I would gallop on Holding hands and kicking cans While we strolled along When we took to running The race she’d always win When we took to falling I doctored up her chin Somehow seeing new things In places we had been Walking with my daughter Always with a grin
(You guys must think that I’m loosing it. Maybe I am?)
JC
Why the devil would you say that? You're not loosing it, you're discovering a hidden talent I'm sure. Aw, you man always think you're getting nuts because you speak what's in your heart.
Your poem describe very much what the love between a parent and child should be. Sadly today not much of this kind of fun exist because material things took over. I never played with my parents but since we were a big family we kids played together all the time. Thanks for you poem John. LOA
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"Few men are brave:many become so through training and discipline." Flavius Vegetius Renatus
"I think a hero is an ordinary individual who finds strenght to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles." Christopher Reeve
I love it Johnny! Keep up the writing.. where did you go with her after that? I love to read your poetry. Never could write worth a poop but I can read really well! So write on me Lad....
Nice poem and hit close to home. Hubby and I have 3 adult daughters now with families of their own. I can remember a time when hubby would ride them on his shoulders. Then there were the booboos that you had to kiss away. Your poem brought back some very nice memories. Keep writing!
Thank you all for encouraging me to keep writing, especially Rindy for asking what happened, and so I think the second draft is better. I hope that you do too. (Like they say, maybe three times is a charm.)
Walking with my daughter Safely in my arms
Wrapped up like a present To keep her nice and worm
While napping in her carriage We would carry on
Then perched her on my shoulders After not too long
With a kick piggyback We would gallop on
While holding hands or kicking cans We would stroll along
When we started running The race she’d always win
And when we tripped and fell We’d doctor up our skin
Somehow seeing new things In places we had been
And seeing friends and neighbors Who often would join in
"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.