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