paul barnacle

Rookie (1955 / Rugby, Warwickshire, England)

My One Hour Daughter - Poem by paul barnacle

One hour, was all you gave me,

Sixty minutes, to live our lives out together.

Couldn't waste any of them crying,

Each was too valuable.

Ten minutes on introductions and a 'who's who',

Probably recognise their voices, just not as muffled now.

A quick tour of your room, and some brief house rules,

On to school selection and the importance of study.

Boys! this is I know a sensitive area for a father,

Your Mother should be here for this,

However she is waiting for you once our hour is up.

So I will leave that to her.

University, and your career, Obviously you will have your own ideas,

However we think medicine or pharmaceuticals.

These will ensure an appropriate young mans interest.

Marriage and children, lots and lots of children,

A large house and garden.

'Sorry, our hour is nearly up, and I haven't said I love you'.

One hour in my arms, a lifetime in my heart.

'I love you'.

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  • Reshma Ramesh (10/9/2008 11:50:00 PM) hour is very short indeed...but u seemed to have made the most of it (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 4, 2008

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