Hi Camac,
Sorry I just read your poem today, been sick again. Don't know what's going on with me lately. It's rough.
I must say you have a big heart and you are a family man there is no doubt about it.
It looks to me that Daddy wanted to be tough but little darling had him all wrap up around her little finger and the story continues as I see it.
Well that's the secret love between daughters and fathers I guess.
That's call the female wiles. They must be charmers those two specially with Daddy. You must be a very proud man.
Altough I don't have kids, I do have what I call little friends here and one of them is a little chipmunk (Picolo) that's been living with us for 7 years now. And I wrote a piece about him.
My friend Picolo
What a little devil he is
Busy like a million bees
All day on the go
That small creature
From God's own nature
Always bring a smile on my face
He knows my home is his place
He looks at me with his face full of dirt
That gives him an air like a smirk
In summer he keeps me company
He likes it when I tickle his belly
What a wonder for this tiny fellow
Who give me his complete trust
Could be gone in dust
And I would grieve so for my friend Picolo.
That little devil can do as he likes around here. he comes in my house for peanuts and he just sits there waiting for me. Not even afraid of me. He's quite a fellow.
Maybe you'll ask how come I know it's him? He has a scar on the side of his head and the fur on his back has grey in it.
LOA