Making My Memories Real

This is my Childhood memory.
My Dad was a joiner and he brought home lots of wooden blocks he would make from off cuts. He wrote the name of the wood on the blocks. This was the early 50ies and the memory came back to a few years ago. I wrote a short poem about the memory and when the challenge came up I thought it would be a good idea for a song. It’s taken me the whole month.