My Father's Pocket

My Father was away on business
Much when I was small
He always came home with joy
As my Mother he did call.

He hugged her and he kissed her
then he swung me up with glee
And then they sat and chatted
as I set upon his knee.

He never failed to bring us gifts
and I was so surprised
For the gift he brought me
Had the prettiest little eyes.

That kitty grew up with me
I dressed her up in doll clothes
But I couldn't figure out
How to get the shine off of her nose!

I'd named my kitten Pocket
and she was my best friend.
She frollicked in the garden
and hid around the bend.

Every day she went running
and I noticed she'd got fat
She waddled when she ran
and panted when she sat.

One day, up the stairs she went
into my closet she flew
and had a pretty kitten
right there in my shoe!!!

So now I have two kitties
I play with and I love
For Pocket and Shoe both know
They're gifts from daddy and God above.

Poem and Graphics
by Sharon Hemmerly
3/24/02