Black or White

By Keroline

I was tiny and my daddy’s lips seemed funny

Over them, I felt a giant rug God drew

That indeed made him

A handsome young dude.

My daddy trimmed it every day

Carefully he plugged it, if I may say.

His prickly peck on my cheek

Tickled my baby skin to pink

That rugged warmth I surely know

Of his jet-black handsome pillow.

I played with it all day

Sundays were special

As no trim that day.

I twirled them up to make him a king

Daddy on a horse, with his sword in the sling.

The colour now faded to a cloud of white

He says the heavens bestowed on him their light

His pecks are still warm and full of life

Kingly, royal and gently to be timed.

Clouds rest upon your lips, oh daddy!

Heavens love you but not more than me

Now, they glisten white and dazzle bright

My cheeks turn pink, stache – black or white.

By Keroline