The day 17 poem prompt of the 2018 National Poetry Writing Month challenges me to write a poem re-telling a family anecdote. I picked three, all involving stories about one of my sons.
Our middle child, Steven, had three incidents resulting in family anecdotes. I hope he forgives me for blabbing to the blogosphere. I just got his permission to publish this.
Anecdotally in the middle
Home before dark meant street lights on, it was time
But in friend’s house with curtains closed
Did not notice when lights came on
So sorry your friend has no clocks at home.
Teacher calls to announce rule was broken
Thou shall not eat departing school cafeteria
Why did you break such a simple rule, my son?
I was not eating. I was chewing. No rule broken.
Where is your new jacket, my son?
I don’t know where it is, dear father.
You lost it already, says I with surprise.
Not lost, says he, just don’t know where it is.
Now, mid-forties, with charges his own
This engineer surely missed his call
A gifted barrister would be so natural
The Prez needing new lawyers and all.
(Bill Reynolds, 4/17/2018)
If you’re in the middle, look both ways.
Mind the gaps.
2 thoughts on “Poem — NaPoWriMo: Anecdotally in the middle”
Such a clever boy! I love that you, the father, can laugh now, although I’d bet you didn’t then. And see, he grew up to be a fine, educated, and employed citizen. I’m betting you both (you and he) are proud of the man he became. Hope he hasn’t lost his sense of humor!
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Actually, I laughed then too. Well, mostly.