In my earliest days of butterscotch sunshine,
To possess a new bike was my deepest wish,
So I asked it of my father one Christmastime,
Launching a childish memory which I cherish!
My dad promised, and he ever kept his word,
In the hopscotch days of skies sapphire blue.
Joy awaited on Christmas Day, ere we stirred,
As the first dream I ever dreamed came true!
First bicycle is always precious. Good it itched in your memory for ever. Wonderful poem.
Beautiful memory of a great loving father. Very heartwarming and touching. Beautifully written embellished with nice rhyme and images..
May yr Christmas be bright like yr light in the stars Evelyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done Evelyn! Well done indeed