It will be a pig’s foot in the morning! Day 7 Nano Problano

“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.

19 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Let's CUT the Crap!
    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. ❤


  2. kelihasablog
    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. 😀


    • willowdot21
      Nov 08, 2014 @ 19:18:49

      I am so sorry to hear your father was taken from you so soon!


      • kelihasablog
        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… ❤

      • willowdot21
        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

  3. Paul
    Nov 08, 2014 @ 19:43:54

    Your Dad sounds like he was a good man.


  4. socialbridge
    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!!!


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