Legacy
by Silas Gorin
The clock’s now gone from the mantelpiece
Dad’s gone out for a long time too
But not the night shift, different work
Mum said. I listened, being a good boy
So I could get some answers later
With my questions – “Driving me ‘round the bend!”
Dad’s normal job was driving ‘round
Takes years of care and knowledge stored
Up inside the head he’d say, and kit
For the road rammed in the boot.
Every shift he’d strap on the watch
I’d got for him on his big day
And check it with Gran’s old brown clock;
Its tick tock twist, and heavy eye
That was fixed like a frog’s on a fat
Fly. Home, dad, is missing you:
It wants you back. I start to cry
With mum at times I don’t expect
The future time is still; the dark
Front room at midnight, watching street
Lights through the pane, wakes me up.
September 21st, 2010 at 7:50 am
I enjoyed this sad poem.
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