Dada by Alan MahoodDada
by Alan Mahood
I know you think me quite the
Clown
As I tickle you and you and you
Roll Around
And beat on me with your
Xylophone
And I think of you when Im
Alone
I know you have no idea
Why I grab you up
And throw you to the sky
And then as one we twirl around
In time to the music
In time to the radio sound
But then
You are much too little to know
I did the same thing with your
Mama all those years ago
But you smile and laugh at me
And put your head next to my
Whiskerry chin
And we dance little darlin
We dance
And I wonder will you think of me
When you too are twenty three
Will you remember those days alone
Dancing with Grandpa to
The Rolling Stones
10-04-1999
09/22/2001 Posted on 09/22/2001 Copyright © 2024 Alan Mahood
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Rommel Cruz on 12/04/02 at 01:45 AM wow... a sudden rush of childhood memories. my dad makes sure i remember those times, he likes telling stories when i was still little =) |
Posted by Rula Shin on 09/01/04 at 05:39 PM This beautiful poem made me teary-eyed and nostalgic...I can't wait to go visit my grandpa next year overseas...I haven't seen him in about 10 years...no wonder this made me so emotional. He used to come home from work with the tastiest fruits and yummiest candies..and then he would chase us around the dinner table as we screamed and laughed with nervous excitement until he finally caught us and kissed our cheeks relentlessly. Thanks so much for the beautiful reminder. Congrats on POTD...so well deserved :-) |
Posted by Kimberly Bare on 09/02/04 at 01:14 AM I was thrilled to find this gem of a poem on the front page. Congrats on a well-deserved POTD! It bright happy tears to my eyes :) |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/09/17 at 12:28 PM So lovely to read and reminisce my own fatherhood and grandaddyhood. Will they remember? That is the question? Will we ever forget? Never! |
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