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Array ( [sid] => 184954 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => With me as I Grow [time] => 2018-03-18 06:57:27 [hometext] => Dad and son [bodytext] => We pretend that we can fly

Like airplanes in the cloudy sky;

And then we have a snack to eat,

Just my dad and I.

He tells me funny stories

When he cuts my hair;

We swim and tumble and run,

Sometimes we even share a chair.

One time he found my dirty socks

Inside his fishing tackle box,

He tells me I am smart and strong

And smiles when I sing a song.

He stays with me all day

When Mom goes off to work,

So many games we always play

Like soccer in the park.

He taught me how to toss a ball

And plant a tree so it won/'/t fall,

He wipes each tear and cleans each ear,

At football games, we love to cheer.

I like to ride my big boy bike,

And wear my boots to climb and hike,

Everywhere I seem to go

My dad is with me as I grow.

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With me as I Grow

Contributed by Durango on Sunday, 18th March 2018 @ 06:57:27 AM in AEST
Topic: ChildrensPoetry

We pretend that we can fly

Like airplanes in the cloudy sky;

And then we have a snack to eat,

Just my dad and I.

He tells me funny stories

When he cuts my hair;

We swim and tumble and run,

Sometimes we even share a chair.

One time he found my dirty socks

Inside his fishing tackle box,

He tells me I am smart and strong

And smiles when I sing a song.

He stays with me all day

When Mom goes off to work,

So many games we always play

Like soccer in the park.

He taught me how to toss a ball

And plant a tree so it won/'/t fall,

He wipes each tear and cleans each ear,

At football games, we love to cheer.

I like to ride my big boy bike,

And wear my boots to climb and hike,

Everywhere I seem to go

My dad is with me as I grow.

Copyright Â© Durango ... [ 2018-03-18 06:57:27]
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Re: With me as I Grow (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 18th March 2018 @ 08:10:05 AM AEST
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I like this

my own dad

left my mom

when I was young boy

but I would pretend

that he never had

I still imagined

that he was there

all the time

thinking of me

And my mom

Would say, he is misiing

out, he never paid

any child support, but

she was a nurse, and

instead of going fishing

with my dad, I heard about

patients she took care of

on the oncology ward,

but she would find some nice

guy who would take me along

on a fishing trip now and then,

I would make up excuses in

school when they would ask for

both parents to sign my report

card.

You see I had my pride, or

I had felt as if it was my own

fault he left my mom and all

his kids.

I have no regret, I have

my own son now.

He ran in track like me.

He went from high school

straight to college, unlike I.

He is a kind fellow who

never looks down on anyone

underprivileged as I once was.

He learned that on his own.

Just like I did.

And I call that luck!

Peace!

Re: With me as I Grow (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Sunday, 18th March 2018 @ 09:31:54 PM AEST
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What a wonderful write. A great fathers day gift this would be. I remember my dad/'/s later years the most but this still made me think of him.

As a kid he was too busy to smell the roses and have a day off. Sad but hey that/'/s the life the greatest generation lived.

Thank you for your poem.

Re: With me as I Grow (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 18th March 2018 @ 10:42:20 PM AEST
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This is such a sweet write. These days so many fathers aren/'/t there or cant be there. Its also good to know you appreciate him.
Keep up the good writing.
hugs,
emy

Re: With me as I Grow (User Rating: 1 )
by nightwolf on Tuesday, 20th March 2018 @ 05:23:06 PM AEST
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I loved this. Very sweet write

Re: With me as I Grow (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Thursday, 12th September 2019 @ 01:11:49 PM AEST
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Very nicely couched in the POV of the child, but with echoes of the author in the layered expression. Lovely read, well done, and a genuine tribute.

S.

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