This is so sweet as a child would feel and then her hero, her daddy came to the rescue and all ends with smiles. I enjoyed this Ch'erie. I wrote one years ago my grandson cried because he lost his shadow. I have been back on AD for the past month writing my poetry. I missed the den so much.
Such a sweet story. Thank God for those Fathers who cared for their children, who nurtured them, and effectively (and intelligently) redirected their fears, so their imaginations wouldn't produce bad fruit. You were blessed with a kind of hero that many children never experienced. I certainly didn't. Thanks for sharing. Hope you're well. Peace... rlc
So delightful to remember that from your childhood and write it into a poem. I had to smile at the ingenuity of your father to figure out how to trap that bumblebee in your mind. and how beautifully you told us what happened in your poem.
You reminded me of the time my partner, Beh, and I visited our parents at their northwoods cottage on a lake. Fortunately, they had a spare bedroom that normally wasn't used for us to sleep in. But soon after we went to bed, I felt something crawling on my neck and it stung me! can't swat anything, least of all something on the back of my neck…
I turned sharply and yelled "Beh! Beh!" To tell her to swat the bee for me she woke up but was confused about what I was asking when I realized that the bee was no longer moving that I had killed by rolling on it. My father came to the room hearing all of my calls and the confusion. We turned on the light and discovered that it was a hornet. And dad killed a couple more in the room. In spite of that, we slept. In the morning, dad discovered a hornet's nest had formed just outside the unused bedroom. So it wasn't bees at all.
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You reminded me of the time my partner, Beh, and I visited our parents at their northwoods cottage on a lake. Fortunately, they had a spare bedroom that normally wasn't used for us to sleep in. But soon after we went to bed, I felt something crawling on my neck and it stung me! can't swat anything, least of all something on the back of my neck…
I turned sharply and yelled "Beh! Beh!" To tell her to swat the bee for me she woke up but was confused about what I was asking when I realized that the bee was no longer moving that I had killed by rolling on it. My father came to the room hearing all of my calls and the confusion. We turned on the light and discovered that it was a hornet. And dad killed a couple more in the room. In spite of that, we slept. In the morning, dad discovered a hornet's nest had formed just outside the unused bedroom. So it wasn't bees at all.
Ron