Daddy's Boots
Daddy left his boots for me
and here I have to stay,
'cause daddy is a soldier.
I'm in charge while he's away.
In daddy's boots, I can pretend
that now I am the man
who does the things that daddy does
as only daddy can.
I help with little brother,
I help with folding clothes,
I help to set the table,
and I hope daddy knows
that every day I wear his boots
so I'll feel close to him
and I try and keep mom happy,
till he comes home again.
I know that he's protecting us,
that's what soldiers do,
but his boots are way too big for me,
and my job being him is, too.
When is daddy coming home?
I miss him all the time.
Mom said daddy's proud of me
... and his boots fit me just fine.
[From CJ's Book, Barking Spiders 2]
2 comments:
very nice poem. I wish I was a writer.
Thank you for reading my poem, James, and for taking the time to leave such a nice comment.
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