Thursday, July 18, 2013

For Papa

It was a ratty ass rent house,
but I wanted you to see
past the hip high weeds,
the crime scene carpet,
and the lack of working a/c
and be proud of me,
all grown-up and independent.

But, it was such a scorcher that summer . . .

that when you showed up
(all gravelly and gruff)
with a pizza and a window unit,
I got willing to settle
for cold air
and knowing that you loved me.

Talking heat for Poetry Jam.

23 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles. you know as hot as it is outside...i'd take a window unit and whatever came with it, ha...i can think of worse things to settle for than the love of another

Buddah Moskowitz said...

And that's what Papas are supposed to do: take care and love their daughters.

Mary said...

Despite his lack of WORDS, his actions spoke loudly. The love was evident, and sometimes it doesn't (unfortunately) occur to parents to tell their children that they are proud of them.

hedgewitch said...

Settling for pizza and loves sounds like a plan to me. Hell,maybe just the pizza...

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is a slice of life, served with your empathetic view of the human condition.

Helen said...

Don't know if our heat has gotten to me or not ... this poem melted my heart, literally.

Grace said...

You painted this so well MZ ~ Love it ~ Smiles from BC

Steve King said...

A very striking vignette...how quickly you turn a commonplace into something so uncommon. Very fine poem.

Victoria said...

Great detailed moment in life that allows us a peek. I finally realized that you have 2 separate blogs, Kelli. Suggest you use this one when commenting on poetry so replies will find yours. Love both of them, but quite a contrast! Fun.

SaraV said...

What a scene!! Loved the crime scene carpet--that was inspired, enjoyed the whole poem, and how love can be expressed in the gift of cool air :-)

Laurie Kolp said...

Aww... an act of love. Dads are good for that. = )

Loredana Donovan said...

This really touched me ... seeking a parent's approval, so important growing up ... some can't say it in words but they show it with actions. You are blessed your dad loved you so ...

Susan said...

You've captured both the need to be seen and the willingness, finally, to see. The acceptance of Papa's gifts is also love. Splendid!

alan1704 said...

Very well written, full of emotion. That need for approval. Well Done.

Poet Laundry said...

Aww! I so identified with this. Mine is gruff too, but I know he loves me. This is so sweet, so perfect.

Robyn Greenhouse said...

Such a sweet memory! Sometimes it might not be in one's personality to say how much they care, but their actions can speak volumes!

turtlememoir said...

aw sweet, & knowing that they love us counts for much

Peggy said...

What a lovely memory--the gift of cool and love. Stay coo1 and thanks for posting.

Lorraine said...

a lovely memory of your dad...how did i miss this?

Fireblossom said...

Whether this is true or not, it certainly *feels* true, in all the best ways.

Kathie Brown said...

This is so sweet and very true!

Sam Edge said...

papa's lucky

Sam Edge said...

papa's lucky