Dad
Moccasins on the kitchen floor
Tired toes: Beer to slurp
Curry, rice and chunky chips.
Comments
Hiya Belinda
Can I come to Japan, please? I hate my job, and it's cold and rainy here! ;)
Anyway, pedant that I am - I'm pretty sure it's spelled "moccasins". I know, I know... being picky about spelling. My shame knows no limits.
I really like this poem. I like the image it presents. It feels like a very warm poem. I particularly enjoyed your use of the words "slurp" and "chunky".
I don't know why, but there's a very familiar autumnal feel to this poem.
Yep. Liked it!
Steve
(PS - Can I come to Japan?)
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Belinda Johnston
Tue 11th Nov 2008 13:04
Hi Steve and Antonionioni. Thank you both very much for the comments about my poem.
I know, I know, I should know better about the spelling, oops.
I'm an English teacher, ahhh, so a bit worrying eh?
Oh well, we can't be perfect all of the time :)).
Thank you again. I really like the poem, and I tried really hard to capture the image and essence of my dad in a few lines.
Belinda
PS, Steve, you can't come to Japan, sorry, I have have enough room at the Inn for little old me :))