Tuesday, 23 June 2009

Daddy

A person you can talk to
When you're feeling low,
It's nice to know you always
Have somewhere to go.

A daddy is a soulmate,
Who holds your hands in his palms,
And then he love and cradles you
In his big, safe arms.

A daddy would do anything,
If you asked him to,
And I want you to love me Daddy,
That's all I ask of you.

Sally Atkinson, aged 11

13 comments:

Liz said...

Lovely.

A Write Blog said...

Sweet.

Can apply to a 'Grandaddy' too.

The Dotterel said...

Thanks, Liz.

And I'm sure it does, AWB!

Polly said...

Very lovely.

gaelikaa said...

She's a clever little one, right enough!

Hadriana's Treasures said...

I stumbled on this blog but am glad I did...love the poem and the photo of The Dotteral. Well done - Sally! Absolutely agree!

Hadriana's Treasures said...

I can't believe I've misspelt "Dotterel" : symptom of dottiness !!

Ladybird World Mother said...

That is just so damned nice. Well done Sally and well done you for being the inspiration behind the words...

allgrownup said...

wow this is gorgeous.

Zip n Tizzy said...

Ahh. She knows how to melt her daddy's heart.
Lovely.

Lakeland Jo said...

lovely- I really miss my dad. Every day. He was brilliant and I will never get over losing him.

ModernMom said...

Oh I was so enjoying this and then when I saw it was written by an 11 year old!! Wonderful!

DJ Kirkby said...

Wow. Sally sure can write. Following you into the world of publishing?