Dad
My 83 year old dad plays tennis six days a week
I’ve been helping him around the cottage
hammering, painting, climbing ten foot ladders
walking on roof tops
Today we took a canoe trip on Lake St. Claire
on the way we were in total sync in the stillness
the lake like glass
coming back we paddled in circles
and laughed our bums off
He says when he looks in the mirror
he can’t believe it
how did he get here? How did he get old?
He wants to see New Zealand but doesn’t know
He’s reading Wuthering Heights
he can’t believe it he says
how beautiful the story is
and how many stories must be lost
because they were written by women
so long ago
Go to Alberta Dad says
you’ll get rich teaching yoga
they need you there...
they are all working too hard
discovering the oil
august 24, 2006
1 comment:
I love your poem D.D. I see that being out of the big shitty agrees with you. What's Alberta like? Maybe yr father has some wisdom. I've never been there, or Canada for that matter except the airport where in the Post 911 world i had a very bad experience. But if YOU lived in Alberta i'd go there for sure...
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