Japan Story Poetry

My father was a poet.  He inspired me to write poetry of my own, doggerel actually.  Here are some samples.

"My Daddy is a darling
He plays with me each day.
He reads to me each book he sees
So isn't the house gay?  

When were staying near the ocean, I forget where, there was stinging grass in the water when I went swimming.  It was a late summer occurrence which we learned about the hard way.  The next poem is an attempt to explain my dislike of stinging grass.

"I love to run by the water's edge
Its as nice as nice can be.
And yet I feel sure that I'm not very pleased
Because I can't bathe in the sea."

When my mother and I had fled Japan, and my father was struggling to rejoin us in Vancouver, he wrote this poem on the occasion of my 8th birthday in July.

"Won't it be lovely to meet again?
Won't it be lovely to say 'hello'?
You're growing bigger and bigger each day
Learning so much and delighting in play.
But after all the excitement about
All talking at once, no one listening no doubt,
Then Mummy will shout out
'Now Daddy you know, its terribly late
So don't be so slow.' 
So out go the lights and I give you a kiss
For my precious is off to that land of sweet bliss."