He did not turn up
Tears drizzled down her face
Her heart was broken
She was left alone
After he had agreed to meet
In this strange city
Ripe for adventure
This was no a birthday treat
But danger itself
She was far from home
Jetsam washed on a strange shore
Line of safety gone
Fear sprouts in her mind
Who was silhouetted there?
Thank heavens, it’s Dad
Image of Rain in the City by Julie Hutchison found at www.southwestart.com
Image of Rain in the City by Julie Hutchison found at www.southwestart.com
Yes..we can set off in the spirit of adventure but the world is a scary place..always good when somebody safe finds us
ReplyDeleteA dad by a strange twist of fate will appear at the right time at a most critical moment. It happens sometimes!
ReplyDeleteHank
A sweetness runs through this poem :)
ReplyDeleteDad to the rescue!!
ReplyDeleteThank goodness for that! Good 'ole Dad.
ReplyDeleteMy Sunday Whirl is called Anguish
You had me worried there, for a moment. Glad dad was there to find her,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth