first thing:
sing Hickory Dickory Dock
and find shock words to rhyme
with 1 2 3
like bum, poo, pee.
Second thing:
wind down a window,
laugh shoulders
at brothers getting cold
and wet with rain.
Third thing:
thump me on the arm,
and warm with a smile
‘You OK Dad?’ and I reply ‘Yes, you OK?’
face ahead, say ‘Fine’.
Fourth thing:
look sidelong from a knowing eye
as if you clock what’s going on;
that you know I know when I nod back,
that, yes, I get it, this lifetime,
your Work.
I like this a fond one for Dads and even mums everywhere
ReplyDeleteThanks for this! A very real and poignant ditty.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful - thanks!
ReplyDeleteOh this is so so fine and goes absolutely to the very center of what all poetry is ultimately about - exquisite, touching. When I clicked the link I came expecting some Wallace Stevens of a morning if not Sunday and the subject of nothing brings us, as we know, all things, so it was with anticipation that I clicked the link.
ReplyDeleteA surprise which did not disappoint.
Luminous.
Tender.
Revelatory.
Thank you.
Wayne
Lovely Poem..
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