I used to carry three of the five up to bed
They’d say ‘Daddy, daddy, please stay’
But I would go away and work.
Suddenly we were semi-detached
They’d flown the nest, gone way,
And what I wouldn’t give
For one day with them
When they were little and I was young.
Telling them stories, singing songs,
Getting along.
<Deleted User> (6315)
Wed 22nd Aug 2012 10:52
we do what we think is right at the time don't we..but oh how lovely to be able to go back and say "yes, sod work..let's play."
enjoyed the thoughts :)
Lovely sentiments, John. Enjoyed.
Would winding up include treating them to a few volts of electricity, TC?
This is a lovely poem John. It's nice to see a poem celebrate the best things in life.
<Deleted User> (7073)
Wed 22nd Aug 2012 00:13
This is a nice poem, and reminds me of when mine were little, I used to get in touble with the Missus for winding them all up lol...
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Chris Co
Fri 8th Feb 2013 18:39
Beautiful evocation of understandable regret in human terms. Life has its way.
'semi-detached' is contextually well chosen.
When they were little and I was young - that's a nice reversal of expectation. Time affects us all - well expressed.
The final two lines are lovely. The need for complication well avoided.
Best
Chris