“It will be a pig’s foot in the morning ”
That what my Dad used to say
I thought I have a trotter growing in the dawning.
I was haunted the idea it would not go away.
Any cut or bruise, and pain or ill
Would be a pig’s foot by sunrise
He’d deal with all upset he had a special skill
Yet always instead of a trotter we’d be better . What a surprise.
❤ ❤ ❤
When I was a little girl if ever I was hurt my Dad would tend to me ( if he was home ) he always told me and any of the others that our cut, wound, bruise or pain would be a pigs foot in the morning. I can remember sitting up and staying awake to see if my arm or leg would miraculously turn into a pig’s trotter over night. No matter how hard I tried to stay awake to watch this amazing transformation I always fell asleep and I never witnessed anything of the sort.
willowdot21 
Nov 08, 2014 @ 00:13:49
Wonderful how these stories stay with us. Anyone can tell you had a special and close relationship with dear Dad. ❤
Nov 08, 2014 @ 07:16:15
He was a stern but fair man and I loved him dearly and still do now he is no more . I was the youngest but I think he managed to have a different relationship with all of us. xxxx
Nov 08, 2014 @ 15:39:20
Different relationships is what I think happens because each child person is different but so long as it is loving, it’s right.
Nov 08, 2014 @ 19:16:11
Yes that is so true!
Nov 09, 2014 @ 17:38:00
❤
Nov 08, 2014 @ 12:10:38
Love this… It reminds me of my own father. He would tell me that every time I killed him I’d be giving him a “Yankee Dime” and that he would always be a very rich man for that. Unfortunately he passed away when he was too young, and I was much younger. Perfect picture too. 😀
Nov 08, 2014 @ 19:18:49
I am so sorry to hear your father was taken from you so soon!
Nov 08, 2014 @ 20:53:59
It was a very long time ago, but the memories never leave :D. That’s why I always try to tell everyone to take the time in life to make as many loving, happy, memories they can with their loved ones. One day those will be what sustains someone… ❤
Nov 22, 2014 @ 08:42:11
Hi Keli thank you for these beautiful and sensible words. Sorry it took so long to get back to you but this comment was hidden in my spam holder. 🙂 xxx better late than never I hope.<3
Nov 08, 2014 @ 19:43:54
Your Dad sounds like he was a good man.
Nov 08, 2014 @ 19:48:08
He was Paul this is my poem about my day
https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/06/16/a-quiet-man-3/
Nov 08, 2014 @ 19:56:52
Awesome tribute Willow – very beautiful.
Nov 08, 2014 @ 19:58:55
Thank you Paul he was very special! as was mum .
xxxxxx
Nov 09, 2014 @ 07:32:38
Love this Willow. Our father was the first aid person of the house too. He didn’t use this expression, though!!!
Nov 09, 2014 @ 07:43:54
Funny isn’t I have never forgotten it though! 🙂 xxx
Nov 09, 2014 @ 07:44:46
I’m not surprised. It’s a great expression.
Nov 09, 2014 @ 07:46:55
hehehehe! 🙂 I am sure your had some too!
Nov 09, 2014 @ 08:22:32
He certainly did!
Nov 09, 2014 @ 09:06:33
🙂