Lyric Poem · Poems About Dad
The Sound of Childhood
We groaned at every pun you made,
we begged you, "Dad, please stop";
you'd grin and double down, of course —
"Hi, Hungry. I'm your Pop."
But here's the secret, now we're grown,
that none of us would trade:
the sound of childhood, looking back,
is laughter you had made.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“The Sound of Childhood” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/the-sound-of-childhood
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