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!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem