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Cynthia Henson
May 01, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Daddy Daddy

Daddy Daddy
Look at me, I can run real fast and I can climb this tree.
Daddy Daddy
Now throw me a ball, watch me hit it real hard right over the wall.
Daddy Daddy
What can we do now? I know, we can play super heros he said with a smile. 
Daddy Daddy
Lets watch some tv, there might be a cartoon on I'd really like to see.
Daddy Daddy
Is it time to eat? If I eat all my food may I then have a treat?
Daddy Daddy
Come color with me, I'll color a picture for you and you one for me.
Daddy Daddy
Is it time for my bath? I can play with my toys in those bubbles that last.
Daddy Daddy
Let's make out our bed, put in a movie and lay down our heads.
Daddy Daddy
I love you the best, as he put his arms around me and gave me a kiss.
Daddy Daddy
Was the last words I heard, then he was fast asleep, not another word.
— Cynthia Henson, May 01, 2008

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Skumpfsklub

18 years 1 month ago

Very sweet

Annoying thing, "Daddy Daddy" every other line--but that's, uh, just EXACTLY right. My younger boy is nine, and still echos that pattern sometimes.
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DarkinAZ

18 years 1 month ago

Sounds,

Just like my son, he is 4. I loved it! almost as much as I love the sound of him saying it. Good write, Mark
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Cynthia Henson

18 years 1 month ago

Thanks

I wanted to write it just like my grandson says it. He may even say it sometimes with even more Daddy Daddy's but I thought two would be enough. Thanks for your comment.
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poewriter58

18 years 1 month ago

Me Ma

This poem is written in the voice of a four year old therefore it should sound like a four year old which it most certainly does nice light hearted writing Chrys
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pinksheep

17 years 9 months ago

This

poem has rhythmn and the Daddy daddy repeat on every other line gives this poem lively spirit-that is all I can say-I have written a poem title 999 based on a memory where I ran into a dark sitting room shouting Daddy daddy, my father sat unhappy as he had just seen two dead toddlers in a fire, this he told me when I was older was the reason for his unhappiness , he was angry by my lively spirit, I could not understand his anger I was only a child , wages were not very high neither and my mother was a smoker, he was not , though she was his choice of partner even though her smoking cost money-They are still together today of 50 years of marraige-Thats the boring story!