Tag: Parenting
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her daughter’s twilight
My daughter’s fear is – that my nights are lengthening – And mine for her is – that her twilight is approaching – And – as is her wont – she is again postponing – The autumn inevitable – until new winter’s beginning –
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Wouldn’t You?
Meanwhile the graduate girl to my right is smiling. Not at me. Nor at the cardboard coffee tray she’s found for her order. No, she like me, is watching a family order.
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You Said You’re Sorry
“Say you’re sorry,” Julie said. Ally, hands on hips, leaned closer: the better to shake her curls in her sister’s face. Julie blew the curls away with a raspberry. “Say it, say, it, say it,” she persisted. Ally stepped back. “Well. I’m. Sorry,” she said. “That’s not the way to apologise,” her Dad began. But…
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Wouldn’t it be better?
(In reply to Phillip Larkin’s, “This be the verse.”) https://andrewwhalanpoet.substack.com/p/wouldnt-it-be-better
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Spiders in Space
Part of my domestic duties as a father involved spacing spiders. Not Daddy-Long-Legs. In time I learned they were harmless (they were a deterrent to other spiders). Like Jupiter and most comets. So left them to orbit just as they pleased
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She was right
She’ll come back to you, the girl sitting opposite me said. And nearly stood up when she said it. For she was absolutely certain. You’re wrong I thought. This dark haired pixie faced child whisperer had promoted herself. To daughter predictor. Mine. You can’t possibly be that sure. You don’t know her it me or…
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as will you
You will weigh me and find me wanting As I did them. You will see say and try more than loving As I did them. Until the generation leapt calls you to see Your children’s children now set free Until you become the parent seeking Out the hidden children’s suffering. You will weigh them and…
