My New Penfriend
My dad and I had capital times,
Dad would sometimes buy a chocolate bar,
That on the return journey,
We would share,
Sometimes Wispa Mint,
Sometimes Aero; plain or mint.
My dad's white Nissan Sunny,
I christened Aslan,
From the BBC Narnia series.
On returning from school,
Once homework was complete,
I would watch films with dad,
Or we would play Monopoly.
As my dad pointed out,
We made a perfect team,
I knew I shared core values with dad,
A desire to help others,
Belief in God, fate and life after death.
My dad then visited India,
My gran took me to and from school instead,
I was glad, though obviously,
It was not like being with dad.
On dad's return, dad to me admitted,
My dad had met and befriended,
A widow with a daughter about my age.
I was deeply sorry for this girl,
For she had lost her own dad young,
And I valued deeply how lucky I was,
So I at once offered to write to her,
My dad agreed and I befriended her.
Knowing my dad as I did,
I secretly suspected,
That my dad had fallen in love,
But dad made no mention of such a thing,
And I did not press dad on it,
I knew I wouldn't like being pressured,
To open up about Hillary,
Even I had waited a while,
Before confiding in Adelaide,
I was sure dad wanted the same.