A Rapturous welcome
1.A Rapturous welcome
I woke up this morning
No tea and toast
Wondered where Dad had gone
Probably shopping, but who knows
Just no sign, none at all.
Put the news on
Purely as a distraction.
Planes have crashed,
Cars have crashed, buses have stopped
The trains keep their usual bad timetable
News off, still no sign of tea or toast
No sign of Dad either, hope he is OK
Go to look, but no sign
Just gone, without a note
Probably just gone shopping
Tune into the news again
Planes just dropped out of the sky
Buildings on fire, cars piled up
Trains have collided
And shops, not unusually, dreadfully understaffed
Feeling confused, I went for a drive
Past my church, no one home
No comfort there then
Where are they when you need them?
Hiding away somewhere under the altar?
Drove past the playground on the way home
The swings were swinging, as they do
The Roundabout slowly spinning
But nobody there, except Mums chatting
Around their empty pushchairs and prams
The nursery schools were empty
Except for the teachers looking on
With a worried frown on their faces
The secondary school was full, however
Just another day, after the riotous bus journeys
Came back home, still no sign of Dad
And he hasn’t even made his bed
Most unusual, and still no tea or toast
And still no note as to where he might be
Oh well, have a fag and wait I guess.
It’s now 24 hours. I am worried.
The world seems even more shit than ever
And that is saying something.
Still no sign of Dad and his bed is still unmade
Not like him at all
I make it for him, ever considerate
He’ll appreciate it when he comes home
From shopping or wherever he went
But then I realise, he isn’t coming back
He is now with Mum
He is in a nicer place than what remains
We can’t say we were not warned
Can’t say it is a new Revelation
We just need to see what is to come
But I reckon we all know.
Sat 12th Nov 2016 02:15
Cheers Steve/Harry, thanks for even reading my nonsense.
My Dad is 83 and fitter than me and still brings me tea and toast in the morning (we unemployed rise later than his 5am start), so some factual basis there.
I showed him this scribble (I'd hate to call it poetry) and the first thing he said was: why did it take you 24 hours to worry about me?
Made me laugh, but brought me down to earth damn quickly as well. He is a good sounding board!
Fri 11th Nov 2016 14:53
That last line is a `fitting` finish to the rest of it.
Thu 10th Nov 2016 08:41
Andy. Very moving
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