New Beginnings! 1960
What a lucky little girl I was! As you can tell from the picture, it didn't take me very long to settle in to my new dad's arms. I think my dad would have agreed with this little poem I found, written by a Madison, Wisconsin poet. We started where we stood, and oh, what a life my parents built!
Start Where You Stand
by Berton Braley
Start where you stand and never mind the past,
The past won't help you in beginning new,
If you have left it all behind at last
Why, that's enough, you're done with it, you're through;
This is another chapter in the book,
This is another race that you have planned,
Don't give the vanished days a backward look,
Start where you stand.
|As a preface to the poem below--my dad DID make the bookshelf in this picture! In fact, he built the whole house....|
What Dads Do
by Judith Viorst
Make funny faces that make you laugh.
Scratch your back when you can’t reach where it itches.
Lift you up on their shoulders.
Snore when they’re sleeping (but they say they don’t).
Pitch – but not so fast that you can’t hit their pitches.
Play tickles with you when you feel like a silly person.
Snuggle up close with you when you feel like a sad one.
Dads explain electricity
And help you count the stars.
I wish I still had one.