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Array ( [sid] => 37502 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I'm Scared Daddy [time] => 2004-03-05 18:59:34 [hometext] => [bodytext] => “I’m scared, Daddy.”

“Are you, mate? What’s up?”

“Can you stay with me for a little while?”

“You bet. What’s on your mind?”

“I’m scared of the dark.”

“Scared of the dark, eh?
I can understand that.”
(There’s greatness in this little boy.
But there’s someone else here right now as well.
Where are you?
You’re not supposed to be here.
You’re just passing through.
So where are you?)

“Do you get scared of the dark, Daddy?”

“No, mate, I don’t.
The dark don’t bother me at all.
But I get scared of other things.”
(Where are you? I know you’re here).

“What do you get scared of, Daddy?”

“Oh, I dunno.
I guess maybe I get scared
of something happening to you or Mummy.
Silly really, eh?
To get scared of something
that’ll probably never happen?
Or to get scared of something
in my imagination?
Something that’s not real at all?
But I guess everyone’s scared of something.
Even the big kids at school.
They’re scared of looking like idiots
in front of their mates.
There’s no shame in being scared.”
(Where are you?)

“I’m scared there’s a monster under my bed.”

(There you are.
Knew you were here somewhere.
Come on then,
let’s have a look at you).
“A monster under your bed, eh?
That would be scary.”

“Yeah. Do you get scared of monsters, Daddy?”

“No, mate, not me.
I faced all my monsters a long time ago.”
(Let me in, Kai.
Let’s have a look at him.
Let's see what he’s all about.
He’s only passing through).

“I’m not scared of monsters
when you’re with me, Daddy.”

(There we go).
“Are you kidding?
No monster’s going to get past me!
I’d say, ‘Come on, you ugly old monster!
You don’t bother me!’”

“Yeah,”
laughing,
“You’d flop him in the mud,
wouldn’t you, Daddy?”

“You better believe it!
I’d say, ‘Flop on over into that mud,
you ugly old monster, you.’”

“Yeah," chuckling now.

“So if there was a monster,
what would he look like?”

“He’d be pink and full of holes
and look like a tree.”

“Pink and full of holes
and look like a tree?
I’ve never heard of such a monster!
What kind of a monster
is pink and full of trees
and looks like a hole?”

“No, not full of trees
and looks like a hole.
Full of holes
and looks like a tree,
you silly.”

“Oh yeah.
Well, I’ve got an idea.
Let’s make friends with him.”

“Okay, yeah.”

“Hold my hand,
close your eyes
and imagine
you’re making friends with him.
What’s he doing?”
(Take his mask off, Kai).

“He’s laughing.
And he’s drinking my milk!”

“Drinking your milk!
He’d better not be.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Ask him what his name is.”

“It’s Smackleducker.”

“Smackleducker.
Okay. I got another idea.”

“What, Daddy?”

“He could guard you.
He could protect you.
He could be the Guardian of Kai’s Room.”

“Yeah, he could.”

“You ready to go to sleep now?”

“Yeah.”

“Night night, tough guy.”

“Night night, Daddy ..... Daddy?”

“Yes, mate.”

“Love you, Daddy.

(Wow!)
“Love you too, mate.
More than you’ll ever know.”

(There’s greatness in this little boy).

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I'm Scared Daddy

Contributed by karl_wiggins on Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 06:59:34 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



“I’m scared, Daddy.”

“Are you, mate? What’s up?”

“Can you stay with me for a little while?”

“You bet. What’s on your mind?”

“I’m scared of the dark.”

“Scared of the dark, eh?
I can understand that.”
(There’s greatness in this little boy.
But there’s someone else here right now as well.
Where are you?
You’re not supposed to be here.
You’re just passing through.
So where are you?)

“Do you get scared of the dark, Daddy?”

“No, mate, I don’t.
The dark don’t bother me at all.
But I get scared of other things.”
(Where are you? I know you’re here).

“What do you get scared of, Daddy?”

“Oh, I dunno.
I guess maybe I get scared
of something happening to you or Mummy.
Silly really, eh?
To get scared of something
that’ll probably never happen?
Or to get scared of something
in my imagination?
Something that’s not real at all?
But I guess everyone’s scared of something.
Even the big kids at school.
They’re scared of looking like idiots
in front of their mates.
There’s no shame in being scared.”
(Where are you?)

“I’m scared there’s a monster under my bed.”

(There you are.
Knew you were here somewhere.
Come on then,
let’s have a look at you).
“A monster under your bed, eh?
That would be scary.”

“Yeah. Do you get scared of monsters, Daddy?”

“No, mate, not me.
I faced all my monsters a long time ago.”
(Let me in, Kai.
Let’s have a look at him.
Let's see what he’s all about.
He’s only passing through).

“I’m not scared of monsters
when you’re with me, Daddy.”

(There we go).
“Are you kidding?
No monster’s going to get past me!
I’d say, ‘Come on, you ugly old monster!
You don’t bother me!’”

“Yeah,”
laughing,
“You’d flop him in the mud,
wouldn’t you, Daddy?”

“You better believe it!
I’d say, ‘Flop on over into that mud,
you ugly old monster, you.’”

“Yeah," chuckling now.

“So if there was a monster,
what would he look like?”

“He’d be pink and full of holes
and look like a tree.”

“Pink and full of holes
and look like a tree?
I’ve never heard of such a monster!
What kind of a monster
is pink and full of trees
and looks like a hole?”

“No, not full of trees
and looks like a hole.
Full of holes
and looks like a tree,
you silly.”

“Oh yeah.
Well, I’ve got an idea.
Let’s make friends with him.”

“Okay, yeah.”

“Hold my hand,
close your eyes
and imagine
you’re making friends with him.
What’s he doing?”
(Take his mask off, Kai).

“He’s laughing.
And he’s drinking my milk!”

“Drinking your milk!
He’d better not be.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Ask him what his name is.”

“It’s Smackleducker.”

“Smackleducker.
Okay. I got another idea.”

“What, Daddy?”

“He could guard you.
He could protect you.
He could be the Guardian of Kai’s Room.”

“Yeah, he could.”

“You ready to go to sleep now?”

“Yeah.”

“Night night, tough guy.”

“Night night, Daddy ..... Daddy?”

“Yes, mate.”

“Love you, Daddy.

(Wow!)
“Love you too, mate.
More than you’ll ever know.”

(There’s greatness in this little boy).





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Re: I'm Scared Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 07:34:24 PM AEST
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I have always loved this one, Karl. Hug him, Daddy, hug him and love him tight. It is the bestest feeling in the world.

Rita


Re: I'm Scared Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 08:00:50 PM AEST
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BRAVO!BRAVO!BRAVO! Karl this one is very special.
You should write children's books...they would love you.
What a splendid way to ease a child's mind
and fear..
To know that you their Dad is near!
I really enjoyed this lovely poem
lovingcritters
consue


Re: I'm Scared Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by CountryGirl on Friday, 5th March 2004 @ 08:01:32 PM AEST
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I agree with Rita. Always love and hug the little ones no matter what. Great write.




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