Daddy – Smith Shine Poetry

At Times

I see that I’m lucky, to have a job. I know it is my honour, to call her my wife. I understand I’m blessed, they call me Daddy. It’s just at times I need to remind myself.

A God made love. I remember the day vividly, when she asked me to remove the stabilisers from her pretty pink bicycle, with wick basket and handle bar tassels to match. “I’m too big for these now.” She said very certainly. So self critical and upset each time she fell crying what a silly littleContinue reading “A Daddy’s daughter”