Dad's Seven Daughters Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Enjoying this song from childhood, 'Sherry Baby', listening
to it continually on a 45 rpm record, my sisters and I to-
gether, driving Dad crazy, he couldn't stand it.

Taking it away from us, breaking it in half he threw it into
the desert, not a tear did any of us girls shed for the next
day we went out and bought ten copies of it.

Playing it incessantly, Dad finally giving up, joining us and
dancing, saying if you can't beat them join them, less stress
that way! Dad was a fast learner.