The Best Day of Sheilas Life
Sheila’s daddy was a sailor
He came home on leave for a week or two each year
Her mother had passed when she was a baby
She lived with her aunt’s family
Sheila was thrilled whenever Daddy came home
Usually in November and May
Daddy was so warm and exciting, and he had hazel eyes like hers
When she was eight he was home to attend a Daddy-daughter dance.
Sheila had never been as happy as that day
She loved showing him off to her friends.
Many of them did not believe she had a daddy.
She remembered that day for the rest of her life
Whenever she missed her daddy she would take out the photo
Of her dancing in red patent leather shoes
She never again experienced that kind of joy
It was the last day she saw her Daddy.
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