All In Fun


As I turned with ice cream in hand.
Into my daughters face it went with a slam.
   

Whoops! 


Then there was the time I rolled up the window on her hair.
It just wasn’t meant for her to be there.
 
Whoops!

 
Then the time when in the back seat she was asleep.
I turned the curve it was to steep.
Whoops!


The time at the funeral I had to keep a straight face.
When she saw the flowers and ask did they win first place.

Whoops!  
 


I think maybe her problem with life started growing up.
Because all in fun her face got the water from the cup.
Whoops!

 

 
Poor baby she's an adult all grown up now.
But sometimes I think back and wonder as to how.
I think she's an accident looking for a place to happen.
And if I can help it she’ll  have one if I catch her napping.


© By Harriett Dash 2002