Daddy's Overalls

My daddy was my loved hero when I was a tiny sprite. To walk along beside him, was for me a great delight. I loved the swish of overalls as he carried in the milk. To me the sound was sweeter than the soft rustle of silk. I wondered why my sock clad legs would not make that unique sound. But it really didn’t matter when my 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 foaming 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 Johnson Won a second in Jeans contest (they weren't called jeans in Daddy's day.) For Nette Onclaud's contest "It's In the Jeans"