My daughter brought me chocolates & wine.
I said:
you alone would have been fine
She gave me such a loving hug
The type you'd bottle, if only you could
My girl, I said
My Dad, she smiled
And then we just sat for a little while
Nestled in the comfort of reminisce
Of laughter & holidays & family bliss…
But, then a beep came from her phone
And I was dropped just like a stone!
She typed away until she went
But, still, I know she's heaven sent.
Says so much about so many things, Stephen. Loved it.
Lovely, Stephen. I like the way your poem tells the whole truth. A delight.
The postal service round us is rubbish. None of my Father's Day cards have been delivered yet... 😌
Perhaps you are just the representative of love that is always
there,. No need to worry about missing your response! If I may suggest, just take comfort in my adaptation of an old saying:
Familiarity breeds content!! 😃
A poem of familial love directed toward a Dad who is the prime object of that love. You are a lucky man Stephen. Happy Father's Day,
Keith
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Stephen Atkinson
Tue 20th Jun 2023 21:59
Thank you so much for the comments Keith (yes, I do count myself a lucky man!) M.C. Kevin, John (The dog might have got to them first 😉)& Stephen. Always appreciated 🌈
And thanks for the likes Manish, Grace, Clare, Stella, Hugh & YRP! 🌷🌷