He Was Her Playground
On my way home one night I had to pass the neighborhood park.
There were many parents there but one man and daughter touched my heart.
All the other men were everywhere, at the slides and other play things there.
But this pair didn’t need them for her daddy was swinging her in the air.
This Father was her playground, she needed nothing more than him.
You could hear her laughs & giggles from swinging with her Jungle Gym,
You sensed the invisible bond between this wonderful man and lass.
You could see love flowing between them like Champaign from a glass.
It is every father’s dream to have this adoration from his child.
So few share this intense love, at most, sometimes it’s just mild.
I was one of the lucky ones for my father was just like this man.
He was all that I could ask for, he was my music and my band.
I’m so blessed I saw the man and his child that day in the park by my home.
For they brought back my father for a little while, when I was feeling so alone.
Written by,
Bonnie May
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Today I ask myself whatever happen with them, with our mutual joy.
Your piece make me remember that long ago sparks of joy.
Georg
Love and Hugs always
Edwin
Love, Christine
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D X0X0X0X0
A lovely writing, Sunshine to you, CarolHawks
This is beautiful, the story of a Daddy and his little girl. I sure miss mine ... well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.