Sleeping on My Shoulder

by David Christopher Johnston

Finally got her down for a nap

He’ll try enjoy the silence for an hour

Because he knows she’ll have a paddy

When she wakes up

Plays up

She’s going to tear the place up

Fill the house with chaos until she gets to play a game with me

But who am I to deny that smile?

I knew my heart was yours forever from the moment you arrived

Got it wrapped up in a cuddle with your name on

For the world to see


And I’m just so happy that you look like your Mummy and not like me…


Sunday morning walking in the woods and picking flowers

And sitting watching tele while your Mummy has a shower and a break

Because I know that she’s an angel sent from Heaven

But even angels need a break from hearing “Mummy” every second

You see, your Daddy is a joker and he’s wacky

But the truth is I’d rather die than see you ever feel unhappy

So just know I’ll always be there when you need me

Because you’re my everything


And I’m just so happy that the ginger gene dies with me

And I’m just so tired I’ve forgotten what it’s like to sleep…


You can have it all

Tell me what you want

You can have my soul

Wrapped up with a bow

If it makes you happy

If it makes you smile

If it makes you feel alive (even for a little while)

There’s a big wide world

Out there for you to see

A place where you can be

Whatever you want to be

Life is a feeling and you give mine meaning

But baby, don’t grow up too quickly


And I remember

Every moment since the moment that you arrived

Sleeping on my shoulder

Building snowmen

Watching Frozen a thousand times

Painting pictures

Baking in the kitchen

Riding on your bike

But time keeps flashing before my eyes


So you can have it all

Tell me what you want

You can have my soul

Wrapped up with a bow

Because you make me happy

You make me smile

You make me feel alive (for more than just a little while)…





Copyright © 2023 David Christopher Johnston.

David Christopher Johnston hereby asserts and gives notice of his right under s.77 and s.78 of the Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work of fiction. All moral rights are asserted.

All rights reserved. No part of this work of fiction may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying or otherwise, without the prior permission of the author. This poem is a work of fiction and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.


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