Tumbling With Daddy
Daddy taught me
tumbling
every Sunday morn.
Perfect handstands
straight and tall
Tiger bends—
watch out! Don’t fall!
Daddy taught me
tumbling—
every Sunday morn
When Daddy taught me
tumbling,
confidence
was born
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Thank you for posting, Michelle! When I read Lee Bennett Hopkin's post and challenge, this Sunday morning ritual came directly to mind.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem, B.J.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, BJ– I can picture this precious shared time with your dad so vividly.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Catherine!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Michelle! My dad was a workaholic, so his Sunday-morning time spent tumbling with me and my brothers, felt extra special.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is so nice, BJ, I can feel the love inside that Sunday fun. Love the rhythm too, goes just beautifully with the "tumble".
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda! Glad you can feel the love!
ReplyDeleteSo fun and yes I can feel the love sewn right into this special time of the week.
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