You never knew how naff your declarations of strength were, did you Dad?
They were never where your conviction was conveyed
Only easy meat for teenage tauntings
Never supposed to take me on at that level
Even then, I never, ever doubted your intent
Taunting you only because you were strong enough to let me
Irritated like a horse would be before a feckless fly
Confident enough for the both of us
I still hear that second’s pause before you hurried up the stairs
Even when your haunches were tilted back in that older man’s stoop
That pause was never one of doubt
Always, it was a mere steeling of intent
For K … one day
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I have missed a few posts, am I ready too much into this? Have you lost your Dad recently? Michele
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Gosh no… He died in 2003, Michele
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Thanks. Well I said I was reading a lot into the post! Had I read the earlier post, which I did not until I had hit “send” I would have realized that.
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It must be a father’s job to taunt you to be irritated enough to move yourself to greatness I love this poem
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Believe in Laughter
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Love it! I lost my Dad over 46 years ago, I still have some very vivid memories of him.
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Thank you very much, Anne
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