Thursday, March 28, 2013

my favourite things/ my daddy

I had a good cry tonight
a sob rather
the midnight hour
coming home with my milk bucket full
two gallons brimming
the toboggan with empty water buckets and lids

I was exactly one step from the top of the hill
carefully testing each foot I put down
when swoosh went my feet from beneath me
and the milk made a rich and creamy path down the hill

My empty bucket and I
made it in the house and as I was at the pantry sink
washing everything
my tears and sobbing started

It was not crying over spilled milk
I did that once thirty years ago
and learned laughing about it is better
I was not even crying over being hurt
from falling down the hill
because I slid smooth
and even giggled

I was remembering my daddy
thirty one years gone
and I was remembering how
he always looked after me
there was no slippery hill
it was sanded

He would always go out before any of us
and make it safe
He would  take my hand
carry my load

keep me safe

so here I am sobbing
because I miss my daddy's love

a small thing
yet a big thing

I have known my daddy's love
he gave his life for us in everyway
to  keep us safe

Easter is here again
and I am remembering an Abba Daddy's love
to keep us safe

The empty tomb is there
because of a Father's great love

to keep us safe
sobbing happy tears now

my daddy
and my Abba Daddy
I've known such love

my favourite things


a funny thing to be almost sixty
and cry like a child
to not be hurt
to be absolutely fine
but cry
because you remember

my daddy
my favourite things


  1. Oh how lovely-
    and as I was reading, I was thinking that my grandma would have LOVED your poems. She had many poetry books, and copied them out on scrap paper, and even wrote some beautiful stories and poems.
    Your writing is so clear-I always see what you describe-and feel like I was there.

    Love how you love God too....

    I'm almost 60 also-I'm 58. It's a great age. I am happy with it!

    Happy Easter, friend!

    1. Debra... I will love our great Heaven celebration and the great sharing of love it will be!
      I am 58 this June... almost 60... still a kid in heart
      with you and your Grandma... walking with the King

  2. I know the feeling well, Susan, except with me it's my mama . . . gone 29 years this year. Every once in a while a tsunami of emotion rushes in and sweeps me away in an ocean of tears. So thankful for Papa's arms that scoop us up and comfort our hearts at those times. Happy Easter, dear friend.

    1. love is an outlandish and wonderful gift... everyone needs to be wrapped up in it
      Easter Blessings dear friend
      hugs and get wells to you... I have you snuggled in prayer

  3. You have a beautiful gift of words!- Have a Blessed Easter!

    1. Patricia~ and you with a paint brush~ God's blessings to you too

  4. Dear Susan, I know of what you write. I lost my father 24 years ago. It was the spring I would get my Master's Degree in nursing. I was writing the last chapter of my thesis in order to graduate in June. Dad died in April. I went to my advisor and told her I could not write the last chapter right now. I could not think the grief and shock were so overwhelming. The head teacher of my Master's thesis committee said, "Dawn, don't worry about it. I will make sure the final draft of that chapter is edited." She did it for me and I graduated in June. I will never forget that gift of love. I have so many wonderful memories. Thanks for bringing this rush of a few to me with your wonderful poetry.


    PS I am 61, just to weigh in with the others, wink!

  5. I am catching up here, and crying too. I remember falling and though I was hurt, it was the love and concern of my family that had me crying. Thank you for sharing about Life and it abundantly, with us dear faith filled fisher lady! You share riches with us! God bless you! - deb

    1. dear faithful Deb~ I love when you come by~ it is like sharing laughter and tears over a cup of tea in my kitchen or yours~ would love the real thing to happen one day! You are precious~