Poem by Harriet Fronk

 

Home
Up
In the Starlight

My Dad

By Harriet Ann Adams Fronk

 

The noises that I hear at night

Are fearsome things to me,

When I’m in bed, I shut my eyes, So that I cannot see

 

The goblins, elves and brownies,


That gather round my bed,

They scare me so, I crouch down low

And cover up my head.

 

One night I screamed for dad and mom

And they came pretty quick,

Mom placed her hand upon my brow

And said “I fear he’s sick”,

But dad said “It’s the wimwams,

I used to have them, too,

Lie over, son, and give me room,

I want to sleep with you.

 

With dad in bed beside me,

My terror fled away,

I went to sleep and didn’t wake

‘til eight o’clock next day,

I’m not afraid when I’m with dad,

He’s big and brave and fine,

I’ll bet all boys who get wimwams,

‘Wish they had dads like mine.

‘

Harrie A. Fronk

423 N. Walnut

Iola, Kansas

To C.E. Ritter with love.

 

Charlotte: After the birth of her great grandson, Christopher Sharp Ritter II, May 19, 1954

She had celebrated her 96th birthday on May 2, 1954. CEBR