I remember you Dad

I remember you Dad

I remember being only

knee-high to a grasshopper

and you would twirl me around

you let me stand on your feet

and danced with me

while I clutched at your

chino trousers or

the creases on your business suit

You never minded

we always danced

I remember pouring your drink

two fingers of Glen Morangie

two fingers being my index and little

but not really

I mixed that whiskey with two blocks of ice

and a dash of chilled water

I remember how you would savour it

in the South African sunlight

at the end of your day

I remember the love of words and animals

you gifted to us all

your funniness

and sense of justice

I remember you telling me

to eat my crusts

so that I would grow hair on my chest

and I did – eat them, not grow hairs on my chest…

I remember you used to type

business letters on my belly

and I was an old typewriter with a runner

and a “ding!”

which tickled the hell out of me

“Dear sir” you would type

I’m shrieking with delight

And the photo’s that I have

I remember you Dad

Β© Kait King, 2015

With love and dedication to my incredible father – the walking Encyclopaedia, the uncapped academic – I miss you, we all do xxx


44 thoughts on “I remember you Dad

  1. Oh those times when we were kids clinging to out dad’s big fingers with out little ones.
    Well, thank you Kait King…. Made me relive those memories as if it is happening now.
    Awesome writing….keep posting…..

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  2. I stay in hostel far away from home for studies, i cannot really talk regularly to my Dad because of his busy schedule. I nearly cried after reading this. This brought me many childhood memories. This was really lovely. πŸ™‚

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    • Thank you so much. We often seem to realize more when something has become less…even though it may be greater than the sum of two halves!! 😁 This may be the only time I will reference math in a comment!!


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  4. The Best Man I ever knew…. was and still is my Dad
    Not so far in the future, I will cross that river.
    I will take my place at the fire, beside My Ghost Eagle.
    and I will tell my story, a proud story, and I will dwell forever.
    Robert Blackhorn StrongBow

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      • You really think so????
        We used to think of Our life as a curse….
        But as the years wore on, we were proud that we were so different from the vast majority, the plastic people.
        You are a Blessing!!!!
        Thank You Kait, for You being You, and tell Dad Thank You when you see him again. (I have the feeling someone will be looking you up, so you might warn Dad)

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      • Oh yes – and that is so true – it was only when I grew up that I realised all the gifts he had given me!! I wish I could tell him and warn him lol πŸ™‚ but he waits for me too, on the other side πŸ™‚

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