Writing For G.O.T

Childhood--Wheel Single-Spin #65

140 words
24 lines

I thought, at age five,
if I believed I could sing
something magic would happen
and I would sing. Then,
when I sang, people laughed, giggled
or snickered for I squeaked, screeched,
then cried and that’s how
a dream died.

Instead, Dad gave me a piggy-back ride
and he sang me a lullaby of dreams
in a calypso of alphabets and numbers,
supplying support, maybe hope
so I could cope with the lacking
of my singing voice and other things
that broke off like shards of glass
when Dad went away.

Now, today, in an instance
when I hear in the distance calypso music
I still feel I’m in my easy chair
and Dad is singing me
of new dreams, while rain outside
is falling in sheets, and
he might still hope that I can cope
with impossible things.

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Prompt 2: Piggy-back rides and childhood dreams. ~ Story POEM