Filling Daddy's Shoe: Inspired by real events of my sweet daughter who used to bring me my shoe when she was a toddler.

Filling Daddy’s Shoes

My daddy has big shoes

I like to bring them to him

He has all kinds to choose

Slippers

Flip-fops

Sneakers

Boots

High-top

Loafers

Wingtips too

One day I went to the closet

To get him a pair of his shoes

I walked all around the house looking for him

But couldn’t find him--not a clue

I looked in the living room, where we watch TV

But daddy wasn’t there

I looked in his office, where he let’s me sit

And draw by his desk there upstairs

I looked in the bedroom, where he tucks me in

But still he wasn’t there

I looked in the kitchen, where he cooks me food

And also outside where he barbecued

I looked in the bathroom, where he brushes my hair

But daddy wasn’t there

I looked in the playroom, where I dress him up

Put bows in his hair, and put on make-up

Play barbies, and games, and read books to spare

But daddy wasn’t there

Where did he go?

I didn’t know

My mom said that he left on business

But he would be back in a couple days

And bring back a toy on my wish list

But still his big shoes were empty

I tried them on

But they were too big

I put them on sisters

But they didn’t fit

I even got mom to try them on a whim

Still loose, but the style was tempting

I was sad

I missed my dad

When he came home

I was so glad

I ran to him and brought his shoes

A dad you do not want to lose

Moms are great and sisters too

I’m grateful for the things they do

I love them all, and always will

Still daddy’s shoes are hard to fill