Daddy's Overalls

My daddy was my hero, when
I was a little sprite.
To walk along beside him, was
For me a great delight.
I loved the swish of overalls
As he carried the milk.
To me the sound was lovelier
Than soft rustle of silk.
I wondered why my sock clad legs
Would not make that dear sound.
But it really didn't matter,
When Daddy was around.

I vowed he would be like Daddy,
The only kind I'd marry.
I'd hear the swish of overalls
As the milk he'd carry.
Although that was not to happen
In spite of my big talk,
I dressed my son in overalls
The day he learned to walk.

By: Joyce 0831/02