Someday, My Turn

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 16 Jun 2011
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I’d never seen dad cry before,
sobbing after a night of boozing
remembering hard times in
World War 11, friends dying, coming
home to lost jobs, success for
those who didn’t join. At night
finding it easier to let go, ashamed
to admit he’s just a man. One day
I’ll have this same go at my own
limitations, maybe a good cry too.

© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Nicely observed Richard. Brought back some memories of my own. Thanks.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you for your comments. Dad hardly spoke about the war, in fact maybe fifteen minutes regarding the two years in Canadian Operations and two years in the Battle of Britain. Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by maisie on
I liked your list of what he felt - and the way it relates to your own life, and the list of what you might write about it. It's good, yet I feel it's one step away from poetry.

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, Maisie for your nice comments and observations. Remember poetry evolves, and is simply---expression. One day, during my school years a hundred years ago, ha, anything without rhyming couplets, was not considered poetry. Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher