The Promise… Poem by Jim Milks

A solemn promise from a father to a daughter
To play together and to play soon just us one and another

But there are projects to do, and work to be done
Things that just can’t be left undone
Things I must do before I can spend time with you

Then a tune comes on the radio a haunting one
About a cat, a cradle and something about the moon
And a father’s promise to be there real soon

The projects are important they are so complex
II must work on them until the very end, I must confess
That the song fills my mind and slowly I do comprehend

I really need to finish
I really should stay
But I have promises I made
And games I must play