I figured I would get started a little early on the Father’s Day poetry. Let my Dad and all the other proud fathers out there know they loved and appreciated. Have an awesome Memorial Day!
Fishing For Catch
on quite mornings,
before dusk had a chance
to break the sky
before the morning
dew illuminates flower petals
my father would take me
to the river bank
to relive/ relieve/ recreate and return
to the land of his memory bank
where grandfather taught him
the power of casting a reel
and sitting still
this is how, we put food on the table
this is how, we foot the bill
passed down through generations
fresh fish by the scale
no need for groceries
catfish without retail
Dad says,
nice and easy, calm and smooth
the fish can feel, your every move
they are in tune, with the vibration
don’t let excitement, rise, unnecessary anticipation
the end of the line, is nothing, to play with
so we read and sit
we inch steady
only grabbing, the pole, with speed
when ready
my dad likes the peace
i developed allergies
so he no longer brings me
but the bank
has the same allure still…
you lose, not for a lack of strength
but for a lack of skill
on quite mornings,
before dusk had a chance
to break the sky
before the morning
dew illuminates flower petals
my father would take me
to the river bank
© 2020 by Esha Montgomery
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