Invocations
For Dad and Mother
Wearing at evening,
After the alarm clock,
Oatmeal,
Lunch pails,
Car pool,
Grocery bags
Up ten steps
Two by two,
Tuna fish
And noodle soup,
School bus,
Socks and blue jeans,
Swimming lesson,
“Papa Haydn”
At the keyboard,
Stacatto oratory
From the first grade reader,
Knights in armor
On their sofa cushion steeds,
Urgent calls
From six-year-old admirers,
Skinned knees
And Band-Aids,
Broken bike chains,
Missing mittens,
Quarrels of unknown origin,
Kitchen strewn with leavings
Of creative genius,
Frying pan
And soapsuds,
Fork on the left,
Spoon on the right,
Gymnastics after dinner,
Toothpaste and pajamas,
Stories,
Singing,
And the very latest tactics
For bedtime delay–
I do well to remember:
Someone thought
That I was worth it,
Every day.
~Margaret Rampton Munk
Always nice to see Haydn in a poem. 🙂
One of the most beautiful poetic (or otherwise) tributes to parents I have EVER read. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!
This poem feel like a big bear hug.