My daddy built a cupboard for me
When I was just a little girl
Ah, those precious memories
Sure sets my mind awhirl
I would put away food from lunch
Perhaps a piece of bread
Then take it out later because
It was time for my dollies to be fed
I remember one time I forgot
Weeks went by it seems to me
I popped a bit of bread in my mouth
And boy, did it taste nasty
My kids played with the cupboard
And now my grandkids as well
It makes me smile to realize
They will have special stories to tell!
A lovely poem you've written and thanks to you Your Grand kids will have fond memories - too Of playing with the little cupboard - as you do! ! Best wishes! ! *10* Friend Thad
great poem we all have stories to tell about our dad thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I built a dollhouse for my granddaughter when she was three years old. Now she is going to remodel it for her two little boys into a ‘Superhero House'! She was afraid I would be offended, but I am not at all!