(on this Father's Day:)
The first memory I recall,
Was a man giving me a lovely doll.
A ragged doll with a china head,
He gave to me while I lay in bed/
I never saw that man again,
Amystery he has always remained.
Many hours of play with that doll I had,
Could that person have been my dad?
You see he died when I was three,
He wasn't around for me to sit on his knee.
To tell me stories of when he was a boy,
Was it him long ago who gave me that toy?
Every so often throughout my life,
As I grew from a child and became a wife.
I think of that memory of long ago,
But the answer to that I will never know.
Now I am a widow and a grandmother of four,
When they are sitting around me on the floor.
I can tell them a story , one I recall.
The day I was given a lovely doll.
Copyright Yvonne Lewis
;From the book Negative V. Positive.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO DADS OUT THERE: