Wait For My Daddy-O
Streetlights shot past like stars
as you drove us in your car,
Lizzy blared from the radio,
the boys were back in town
and although I didn’t know
Philo’s words, his air or tune
you let me sing along; always
my favourite line and song,
Whack for my daddy-o
from Whisky In The Jar.
Till now I thought he sang
for someone to wait for you.
Still now I know I’d let
you drive us to the moon.
Neil Slevin is a writer from Co. Leitrim, Ireland whose poetry has been published widely, most recently in Skylight 47 and A New Ulster, amongst others. Read more of Neil via https://twitter.com/neil_slevin