Good Morning, Dad

Heloni Lynn on Feb 23, 2011

Tags: breakfast, dad, daddy, morning, older, regret, relax, retire, retired, retiree, time, work, worker

This is a poem about my dad who retired not that long ago and seems to be adjusting well for the most part.

We ran out of bread this morning
My dad was mad
He was trying to make toast.

He varied from his schedule today.
He went for a walk before breakfast
Which he’s never done before
That I’m aware of.

35 years at the same place
They gave him a plaque
And a party.

He cooks breakfast now
He has time for his friends
He even seems nicer
We never talked before.

As time goes by
My dad never ages
never gets older to me.
I’ll always think of him as a worker.

I think he’s sad
But he wants to be happy.
He was sorry to let his job go
But the getting was good
The timing seemed right
And he had done enough work for 10 people.

I wish he could relax
in his retirement

But the world never stops turning.

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bhaswati on Feb 23, 2011
this is such a lovely poem, reminds me of one I had written ages ago in memory of my father, I need to dig it out and maybe publish it someday
Ima Vee on Feb 23, 2011
wonderful share…:-]
jemialbert on Feb 23, 2011
good share
pguims on Feb 23, 2011
this is very sweet of you! great share…
Glass Half Full Gal on Feb 23, 2011
Sweet tribute to your Dad.
CHIPMUNK on Feb 23, 2011
great share
maco1981 on Feb 23, 2011
nice post
foxpete88 on Feb 23, 2011
great share.
lapasan on Feb 23, 2011
This is a nice poem for your retired dad.
Eunice Tan on Feb 23, 2011
Nice to read this.
djbtol on Feb 23, 2011
Hard to understand your dad sometimes, but you are a great daughter for caring.
SongbirdB on Feb 24, 2011
This is touching, and shows how well or not, that we adjust to change…Great share my friend.
adicodrean1967 on Feb 25, 2011
greath share
DR.VNS on Feb 25, 2011
lovely
atta muhammad on Feb 26, 2011
good
rappeter13 on Feb 26, 2011
Very nice poem. You are talented.
aprilsong on Mar 1, 2011
beautiful poem.
LOVELYHONEY on Mar 7, 2011
when dads retire the burnt up fire is spent in the remaining life entire. dads burn smoulder within no shoulder to cry upon ebbs life from within still they brave the silence no more salaams and salutes even a dog lick is like a politeness dads need assurance that they are needed still or else joblessnessness alone wiill them kill. i write this out of experience many a dad i know and you don’t.

Thank you very much Wheneevr i get an inspiration after reading a lovely poem i instantly leave a comment and compose it into a poem for others to share. hope you will accept this failing
c4collins on Mar 7, 2011
I can totally relate…when my dad retired, he had to re-adjust himself…nice share!!

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