Sock in Hand - Poem written for my daughter some years back.

I carry your sock around with me,
It's silly... but it's true,
The one thing that helps remind me,
Just how much that I love you.

Emma, how did you become so loving,
How did you learn to care,
To tell me all I need to know,
When you are miles away from here.

"What room are you in Daddy?"
Sometimes on the phone you say.
Six very simple words,
That take my blues away.

Never doubt daddy's love for you,
And always know I care,
Know that I'm only a call away,
For me to drive all the way there.

If ever you would need me,
If ever your feeling sad,
If ever you just want the time
To sit and chat to dad.

Pick up the phone and call me,
You know just where I am,
I'll be here by the phone,
Standing with sock in hand.

Dad xo