Papa My Hero

So quiet and peaceful,  through the night 

As I silently walked,  through my city

Where once I met Papa 

Coming out of his music practice 

In havens name, what you're doing here

 Isn't it time you were at home

Silently I look at him and nodded

I won't be long hands in pocket I walked on,

Looking not right nor left, head bent with my thoughts

Enjoying the solitude as I walked on and on,

The fresh air on my face,  the coolness of the night,

Soothed my troubled mind,  and yet I walk on,

With a spring in my step,  as if I heard Papa playing

Some lovely piece of music, as I picked up speed

As I walked faster and faster... I could not catch up with the music

I was all of a flutter, so I took to my heels and run,

And run like lightening, it seemed I was running in slow motion

 As I could not catch up with Papa... but just round the corner, he was

Standing by the street light,the air was thick with, the scent

The scent of the Eucalyptus intermingled with the Pine

That scent was so heady, that I thought I was in a dream,

 Papa, Papa I uttered in, a scream ...

As I walked and walked with the brightness of the moon,

I knew there was no Papa waiting, round the corner, for me.
               By Connie James