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