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| Posted by: John Clements 01-May-2008, 04:04 PM |
| 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 |
| Posted by: Lady of Avalon 01-May-2008, 04:44 PM | ||
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 |
| Posted by: Leelee 01-May-2008, 06:05 PM |
| Nae, Ladd....Keep writing, I enjoy reading your poems |
| Posted by: Rindy 01-May-2008, 09:45 PM |
| 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.... Slainte |
| Posted by: maggiemahone1 01-May-2008, 09:59 PM |
| 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! |
| Posted by: John Clements 07-May-2008, 08:00 AM |
| 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 No matter what the weather A walking we would go Walking with my daughter No better time had been Walking with my daughter Always with a grin |
| Posted by: valpal 59 07-May-2008, 09:17 AM |
| I agree. Please keep writing. |
| Posted by: Camac 07-May-2008, 01:38 PM |
| JC There should be an irrefutable law that children cannot grow up until after the parents are gone. It hurts to much watching them leave you behind. Camac. |
| Posted by: John Clements 09-May-2008, 04:29 PM |
| Ok, I think it’s done, so I promise not to post it again. Yours, JC Walking with my daughter Safely in my arms Wrapped up like a present To keep her nice and warm Napping in her carriage We would carry on Perched her on my shoulders After not too long With a kick piggyback We would gallop on Holding hands or kicking cans While we stroll along When we took to running The race she’d always win And when we took to falling We’d doctor up our skin Always finding new things In places we had been Seeing friends and neighbors Who often would join in No matter what the weather A walking we would go Walking with my daughter No better time had been Walking with my daughter Always with a grin |