Practicing my "opera" voice
as Deanna Durbin would;
with no one there abouts
in privacy I thought I could.

My voice a lovely trumpet
could even hit high C;
that is if I knew for certain
no one was watching me.

Falsettos came and went
my lips rounded just so;
the brush a microphone
to see how far my voice could go.

My cheeks began aturning
different shades of red;
when right out of the blue
my daddy's sweet voice said.

Don't be embarrassed, Princess,
I love to hear you sing;
I shook my head adamantly
he'd hear not one more thing!

Then reaching in his pocket
daddy, with a quarter in his hand;
said, I'll give you this big nickel
if you'll sing just once again.

And daddy being daddy
and me just being me;
I put Deanna, herself, to shame,
just as cool as cool could be.

Amapola, my pretty little poppy,
You're like that lovely flower,
so sweet and heavenly
Since I found you
My heart is wrapped around you
And loving you it seems to beat a rhapsody

Amapola
The pretty little poppy
Must copy its endearing charm from you
Amapola, Amapola
How I long to hear you say, "I love you."

With tears in his eyes
daddy wrapped me in his arms;
instead of a quarter, gave
a dollar for my charms:-)

Then we laughed through our tears
our lashes fluttered and met;
with sweet butterfly kisses
I shall never forget!

Mary Carter Mizrany
May 29, 2008
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Dedicated to my beloved daddy,
Dock Franklin Carter, II
who now resides in Heaven.
The above incident occurred when I
was ten years old.