'Right In The Pavarottis(For Lyn) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Tilly watching(her first time)
Opera with me

laughing at the fat man
with the large hanky.

'He's sweating music! '
she astutely notes.

She particularly likes
the 'sing-cry' of Paggilici.

Also highly amused
by the name of the Mr.

'Pavarotti! '

Splashes water all over her
face...says:

'See...me...Pavarotti! '

Next morning(early too early)
sees my little darling

jump upon
the sleeping naked forms

of Mr. Mummy & Daddy

landing feet first
on my...ahhhh...thingy!

My reaction is as
knee jerk as can be.

I spring up
from the waist up

a mad mechcanical toy

arms flung open
screaming; 'Aggggggggggghhhh! '

Suddenly I can hit high C
& got perfect pitch!

Delightedly, she copies me.

'Daddy sing funny
fat man music! '

'Me sing sweaty too! '

'Agggggghhhhhh! '
she Pavarottis.

Me hitting high C...still!

She a little basso
profundo.

And still(I think)
, , , I love her!