Spin Cycle Poetry

Well, at first I thought this one was going to be difficult.  The rhyming thing is just not my thing.  But then I reread Sprite's post and discovered I did not have to rhyme.  Hallelujah, I was saved.


I cheated.  I used to write poetry.  A lot.  I have a not insignificant file.  So all I had to do was slog through the crap (which was a lot of it.) and find a gem I could polish up for the Spin Cycle.  Problem is I couldn't choose.  So I let my family vote.


A little background though.  I wrote this poem for my father in 1994. Made a spiffy little decoupage for him for Christmas and everything.  Which is one of the few things I got from his house after he died.


Daydreams     

On a cloudy, wintry day

I sat by the fire

in a warm, dreamy doze

and I remembered.

I remembered

being carried to bed

long after I could go by myself.

I remembered

warm, humid evenings

spent playing one on one...

and losing.

I remembered

the chuckle from the front seat

as my friends and I carried on

with important affairs in the back.

I remembered

the stern speeches

on fiscal responsibility

just like they were yesterday.

(and they were.)

I remembered

the friendly offers,

the sage advice,

the private chuckles

and tasteless jokes.

While I sat so warm and safe

I remembered you.

You who have kept me

in your warmth and safety.

I remembered you.

You who have taught me

what it means to be a parent.