Chapter (38) MY DAD

MY DAD

 

I love my father though grey and old

To think him gone leaves me stone cold.

Not so supple and slightly bent

He thinks that bingo is time well spent.

 

He eats so little it worries me

His ebbing strength is plain to see.

He bets on horses at the track

Plays Lawn green bowls that hurts his back

 

He likes to garden when he can

He likes to feel he's still a man

Who has some value in this life

But he's not the same since he lost his wife.

Author's Note

AS USUAL ALL THAT STUFF ABOUT COMMENTS.

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

It's hard to see our parents aging, edging ever closer to their reward. This is a lovely tribute to your father that, at the same time, so aptly voices those fears.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you my dear. My old dad is now 85 and still going strong.

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome. Talk to him and smile with him every day.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

You're joking. He's never at home. he works, plays Bowls, golf, Calls bingo for a local club, makes wooden garden furniture, grows veg and vines, looks after the horses for a rich lady, goes to the races and in his spare time he listens to country music.

[MomzillaNC]

Well, if he can put all that into a day, surely you can find half an hour to spend talking and smiling with him, even if it's just on the phone.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Well he has a tablet now. we try to talk on skype. Dad doesn't understand that you have to take the cover off if you want to see and be seen.

[MomzillaNC]

Very cool.

[Marie]

We all must lose our parents eventually. It sounds as if our father has some positive things in his life, and you aren't the least of them.