Daddys Home.

 

 

 

   A little girl sits patiently under the front

porch light, starring down the road for the

old timer to come into sight.

   She waits every day and knows exactly

when.. that O' pick-em up truck will be

coming around the bin.

   She hears its loud engine just as it putts

over the hill. Everyday, same time, like she

knows it will.

   She runs to the end of the gate to meet the

old machine and with a huge smile you can't

help but see that gleam.

   As the truck slows to pull up the way, she

sees her daddy and stares in dismay Then

she knows, O' yes! her daddys home to stay!

and to this little girl it's her favorite time of

the day!

 

            

          

                                  Daddys home...

 

 

Reviews

[Bare trees]

Wonderful little poem. I imagine there must be some experience that goes along with it? You've captured the heart of a child well. I can remember when I was small hiding in the back seat so my father would have to take me to work with him. It never worked though. HAHA Good poem!

[Elvina CZq]

This is such a sweet sweet read. It reminds me of a song 'Daddy's home' :) When I came across this title, I just clicked on and read. But the moment I started to read, I simply forgot what was the title about because of the little girl in your story. Until I read to the end, it just made me smile, catching the feeling the little girl had.

Smooth and beautiful write. Thank you for sharing :)