Wheelbarrow Memories

Wheelbarrow Memories
 

In between the delphiniums and the hollyhocks

Sat the old wheelbarrow dented rusted and aged

The thoughts of my childhood return

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

The need to find him is overwhelming

I look all over the gardens for him

Then I see him stood by the fruit 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

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 arrival of the new owners

A young handsome man with his little son

Daddy there’s a wheelbarrow can I have a ride