Category: Writers Block
The boots my Daddy wore I remember them well
Well, one pair it is in particular that I fondly recall
When first he bought them he was so proud of them
While I his little daughter seemed to love them all the more
Before he had his feet out of his shoes to place the boots on
I had them on and through the place was clumping along at best
Wiggled with joy, clapped my hands and said, Daddy, look at me!
Well Dad took one glance and knew that somehow those boots
For some time he wasn’t going to be a wearin’
For his daughter coveted them for her dress-up play
It wasn’t till long many years later that visiting Dad and taking note
Why it was those boots of years long rolled away that he was wearing
Yes, he told me, I waited many a year before those boots I loved so well
Were finally made mine for the wearing.
You know Daughter, It gave me such joy to see you walking in my boots
When really giving the size differences it was more Daughter’s struggling
Just to make it step by step for body almost swallowed up in those boots
Now Dad many long years has past…and tonight it is I am a wondering,
What ever became of those oh so loved dress-up boots?
~*Thunderous MidNight*~