FAMILY
As a young dad – comparatively so
I grabbed my girls and lifted them high
They enjoyed that – and so did I
Fun and games we three had
And then
I handed them back to mummy’s grasp
I did it – so quickly – she let out a gasp
“You can’t get out – you can’t get out!”
Was a favourite game – as I held them in armlock
Very gently – you understand – in pretence deadlock
They loved to escape and stand triumphant
As I continued with “you can’t get out!”
They laughed at dad because they had won the bout
In this age where natural affection for our kids
Is slipping away as parents fall-out
Join me in loving them to bits
Leave them without a shadow of a doubt
