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"
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