After Daddy's passing the old house was sold.
I stood in the garden he loved so much.
and the years melted to times long passed.
The old shed where he kept all his tools.
the neat beds and glorious abundance of flowers.

Then I saw it.
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 when I was a child.
All about the garden as I squealed in delight

I have a need to see his kind eyes one more time.
Hear his soft gentle voice so mellow
I want to feel like a little girl again
safe and secure in my Daddy's arms.
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 almost an extension of him.

He said softly
" 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 ears old once more.
Bu he faded into the mist of 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.
who shouted in joy.
"Daddy, there’s a wheelbarrow
can I have a ride"?