moving day

By Jude kyrie 
 

In between the delphiniums and the hollyhocks

Sat the old wheelbarrow dented rusted and aged

The thoughts of my childhood return

I am no longer thirty five years old.

Daddy would sit me in the wheel barrow

and give me a ride

All about the garden as I squealed in delight.

I have a need to see his kind eyes once more

Hear his soft gentle voice so mellow.

I want feel like a little girl once more

safe and secure with my daddy.

The need to find him is overwhelming.

I look all over the gardens for him.

Then I see him stood by the apple tree.

His old knitted sweater and his corduroy pants

In his mouth his sweet aromatic pipe

that was an extension of him

He said Hello Kitten

my eyes misted

No one but my Daddy

ever called me that

I said Hello Daddy

he took his pipe from his mouth

His smile lit up the place.

I was six once more but it faded.

He melted into my memory.

My childhood was passed

replaced by my womanhood

All that was left was the

indelible memories of times past

Tears fell from my eyes

as I wept to go back.

Then a noise as I looked around

at the arrival of the new owners.

A young handsome man with his little son

Daddy there’s a wheelbarrow can I have a ride.