Fix
Remember how you cried one time,
The story’d made you sad
But there on hand to dry your eyes
Was always mum and dad.
Or when a wheel fell off your pram
Or dolly’s head would bend,
These were problems in your life
That Dad could always mend.
But now that you are 21
These skills have passed me by
I find I can no longer fix
The things that make you cry.
Shirley Smothers
Tue 20th Sep 2011 19:09
Again nice and touching poem.
I myself haven't the courage to record my own poems. I have a slight southern(American) accent.
And I think my voice is dull.
Very good writing.
Shirley