I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

6 April 2011

Dear Mum and Dad

How are you both?
What’s it like being dead?
I expect you’ve grown
quite used to it by now.

I can’t believe it’s been
so long! I’m already older
than you were, Dad,
and hope to outlast Mum.

I think I turned out all right.
You might not agree.
But you see, in my opinion
you got some things wrong.

I did grow up to be a poet.
I’m glad I never married
the doctor or lawyer
you thought would suit me.

And I’m about to watch
a TV program that includes
‘sex scenes and coarse language’.
There’s nothing you can do.


(Day 3 - Your parents)

6 comments:

  1. Right on, crone sister. Loved it.
    "Nothing you can do about it!" So it is.

    Claudia/le_aucoeur@livejournal.com

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  2. love it!!~paul

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  3. It seems to be striking a chord with people! :)

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  4. cute,

    signed in to follow your blog,
    poem on.
    check us out, share,

    free style poems are welcome too.

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  5. I appreciate the following, and I'm so sorry I won't be able to do much in response to your kind invitation. Our internet access is extremely limited so it's all I can do to keep up with present commitments. But I'll bear it in mind, and you never know. :)

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