A
father wakes up
before
everybody else
and
sets the world whistling.
Except
on Saturday,
when
he's supposed to get to sleep in,
but
you jump on his belly
and
pry his eyes open
to
watch cartoons with you.
He
doesn't mind, though,
because
you're his.
©
2015 Jennifer Wagner
For
my daddy.
Dad,
remember Oreos and milk for breakfast with Saturday morning cartoons?
I do. Good times. :)
And
for Poets United: The Poetry Pantry
25 comments:
Oh, yes, those Saturday morning cartoons!! So many good memories around those. I enjoyed the warm memories you shared in your poem. Gives a very loving picture of your dad!!
Ha.. we only had morning cartoons during Christmas vacations when I grew up... and we watched them without dad.. But this sounds like wonderful memories.
What warm and precious memories! I do not remember morning cartoons and my dad was not a great fan of children's programs but I share similar memories with my mother.
So wonderful to have such memories!!!!
Brought back some of my childhood memories. Nice one. Happy 2015.
"Sets the world whistling'--such a fine and true reversal--when on Saturday it is the child who does this. I like the first person narrative, and even, maybe the suggestion that the "I" doesn't know how important her Saturday action is.
The best time, I love how you painted with him with this line: sets the world whistling.
Happy New Year Jennifer ~
Oh how light and delightful and just filled with love and giggles. Thank you. Happy healthy peaceful new year filled with love and light :)
Sweet memory poem. Happy New Year to you!
What a sweet memory! You're blessed to have had such a close relationship with your dad. Happy New Year, Jennifer :)
Coco Puffs! Great poem, brings back memories too!
You are lucky to have such wonderful memories of a father.
Oeos and milk? Your Dad knew the secret of getting to a child's heart.
Happy New Year!
adorable...thats the word for this.
Nice rememberance Jennifer
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much love...
I love your writing style....it feels so effortless...you capture scenes in such a relatable way that even though I didn't even have a tv growing up, I feel a sense of nostalgia reading this. That's talent!!
That a wonderful poem and snapshot.
Cheers!
This made me smile - my dad would roll the tiny black & white tv into my room, get doughnuts and juice for me and my brothers, would watch a few cartoons with us then leaving my mom to sleep, would head out to play golf! Thank you for reminding me of this wonderful time!
Yes, they do this to us all the time.
Haha Yup!
Lovely capture, Jennifer. A Saturday morning (for young, and not so young) is an entity of time unto itself, isn't is . . . that comfortable, relaxed "hanging out" with a loved one: so special.
happy new year to you..and that's a wonderful tribute...
Yum, Oreos and milk; wish I could still have that.
Nice work. I especially like
A father wakes up
before everybody else
and sets the world whistling.
smiles. and that is a special feeling (for the father) in and of itself....
i will give up sleep for that feeling....
love :) ~
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