I want to flip your view point over
With my spatula of persuasion
Tease the edges of your stubborn mind made up
I want to swap the duvet on your embedded
Wake up to a fresh perception
Shake the corners right down to the end
I want to plant a tiny seed of an idea
longing for the flower to take form
waiting for the right time to sow
I want to turn the page on your calendar
It's October and you are still on July
Remind you that times move on
I wouldn't change you for the world
even if I could, I wouldn't
But Daddy, swallow your pride with the drink I offer
Stevie, I can understand your Dad. I think that part of it, maybe, is vanity; but also, simply not wanting to admit 'defeat' - if you know what I mean. The poem is good by the way.
Yep...it's just me...having a little wander through...again....feeling the love in every beautiful thing you write. Ruby was 'ere lol xxxx Wrong Verification 1 2
Maybe if he had a hearing aid he would be able to listen to reason: -) My beautiful father in law is the same. Everything is yelled twice.
This is excellently penned. Beautiful, vibrant illustrations pop out at the readers' eyes and engage every sense. Touch to turn the calendar, and a flick of the wrist to man the spatula...sight of a crisp, freshly made bed, to smell the earth around a new idea that's planted. I truely loved and feltevery single line. This poem represents motivation at its finest, and most effective. This is meaningful & persuasive without sounding frustrated. It incorporates tenderness. Need I say well done?
You know what..... I can't believe how much this poem has served to touch a nerve. It came about whilst flipping pancakes for my beautiful children, as is the Sunday tradition! . And dad still has one good ear, but wasp damage (yes that's correct) stung the crap out of his outer ear, but inside enough to damage it. (I hate wasps, little bastards) My point is..... HE DRIVES US CRAZY. I know it's not his fault, ('wasp gate' took place about 20 years ago) and I love him dearly and he never will get a hearing aid, but after 20 odd years of being a patient daughter, I had a moment, and wrote a poem. X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Be kind enough to tell him that he needs help and you have to be very careful when you pass the message as the elderly people easily get offended with our gestures, language and mannerism. why we have to force them to lose their pride? It is not easy to deal with stubborn old people, but they are kind to certain people whom they trust I had gone through what you wrote here...