Clematis Posted June 27, 2019 Report Share Posted June 27, 2019 Yeah, I am still slogging along here. A lot of things are good, but my dad is still dead. No matter what I am doing, his loss comes back to remind me of the void in my life. However, it's not so much like a slap alongside the head, but more like a tap on the shoulder. He is never far from my thoughts. Still, things are good. I found out at the end of May that I will still have the same work I had last year, and will also have more work. This is good; I really didn't have enough work las year and it was stressful to not have enough income. When I found out I don't have to spend the summer job hunting, I pronounced to whoever I was with, "This is going to be the best summer ever!" That is not exactly true, but it is definitely the best summer since my dad died. I haven't cleaned out my mess from the last school year's accumulation in the house in the house and garage, but I still have almost two months, so why not continue to procrastinate. Same thing with my taxes... This summer I have been doing a little ceramics and a little water color painting and a lot of gardening. I have been working hard on my health and fitness and this summer I have lost ten more of the pounds I gained after my dad's death. (Last summer I lost fifteen pounds). That has been really difficult. I also have been taking a creative writing class.It has been a little frustrating. The teacher is sloppy and lazy, she writes terribly, and she she has little to say about student's writing. The course is online and we are teaching each other, and in the month we nave had, the teacher has and zero comments about my writing. Apparently, this is totally inconsistent with the college's expectation for writing and English teachers, but that doesn't help me anyway. At this point, I have so little respect for this teacher, perhaps it is just as well that she has nothing to say about my writing. In spite of all that, I have been writing a lot and that is good. Perhaps I should post my poems here! That would be fun. OK, here goes the first. Grieving You sit in a camp chair, alone on a wood floor, watching Me play cello in a band with my friends, most on ukes. This same old wooden floor in less than two years will host Your celebration of life, potluck and contradance. But there you’re alone and slumped in that chair Watching us play the songs of your youth. And no one Could tell what you’re thinking or feeling. Just sitting. I’d forgotten your boniness in years near the end. In my mind’s eye you are with us, on stage with your uke, Sentimental Journey, and Heart of My Heart. Rehearsing together with this band from Jerome, we play In an old empty hall, still singing together, we sing the songs of your youth. You taught me ukulele when I was a child To sing and to play was our family delight And now it’s all over, your uke’s all alone I play cello in orchestra and teach uke to new players. I don’t see you now – you’re gone from the living But your voice I hear in my ear, so glad you’ve not left me Don’t forget to buy gas, Watch out for that big truck I never will leave you…How I love you, my father! 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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