Father's Day poem thread Sunday 6/21/09

[miss_american_pie]

Parents

by William Meredith



What it must be like to be an angel
or a squirrel, we can imagine sooner.

The last time we go to bed good,
they are there, lying about darkness.

They dandle us once too often,
these friends who become our enemies.

Suddenly one day, their juniors
are as old as we yearn to be.

They get wrinkles where it is better
smooth, odd coughs, and smells.

It is grotesque how they go on
loving us, we go on loving them

The effrontery, barely imaginable,
of having caused us. And of how.

Their lives: surely
we can do better than that.

This goes on for a long time. Everything
they do is wrong, and the worst thing,

they all do it, is to die,
taking with them the last explanation,

how we came out of the wet sea
or wherever they got us from,

taking the last link
of that chain with them.

Father, mother, we cry, wrinkling,
to our uncomprehending children and grandchildren.



Happy Father's Day!

:hi:

[Sky Masterson]

1. You sure know how to pick um miss_pie

:applause: Bravo! :hi:

[miss_american_pie]

2. I'm thinking for tomorrow

a poem about mosquitoes. ;)

:hi:

[Sky Masterson]

3. Oh fun

:) I wonder where you could have gotten that idea :dunce: :P

[miss_american_pie]

6. The internets are a vast wonderland

:D

[Sky Masterson]

8. They sure are.

:)

[fight4my3sons]

4. beautiful, miss pie

:hi:

[miss_american_pie]

5. Glad you liked it

Good morning.

:hi:

[Chorophyll]

7. Perfect!

:cry: :hi:

[Left Is Write]

9. Kick for the dads.