Out you strode – for me.

02 Oct

Out you strode

with the confidence
of a man who knows
his underwear will
always be nicely pressed
and the fresh spring
tomatoes and cucumber
will always be uniformly
sliced, seasoned and
sandwiched in fresh
bread at tea time,
with tea
in big white mugs
too strong
too hot,
too sweet
for me.

Out you strode
more youthful
better looking
more vigourous
than I would ever feel.
“Good luck, Dad,” I cried.
So everyone would know.
You looked over
and waved your bat
for me.

Out you strode
onto the green
the blue above
to flourish and
swash-buckle your way
to victory. A hero.
and all my life
you’ve been captain
setting the bar
just too high
for me.

1 Comment

Posted by on 2 October, 2010 in poetry


One response to “Out you strode – for me.

  1. piedhillprawns

    13 October, 2010 at 10:13 am

    You set this poem up beautifully. I love the mood. Thank you for sharing it. Andrew


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