you know.. up there..
you can’t but wonder what
they talk about, if of course
for instance, those millions
on millions of fathers..
do they gather round and talk
about.. well, forget that club talk
about their wives and
that kinda dissing that’s
a sorta boast…
and their daughters? no
they’d all go quiet and remember
when they were Daddy’s girl
hurrumph
no, their sons? ..
‘reckon he came from
his mother’s side
of the family – couldn’t never
understand him…’
‘wanted to give him the benefit
of all my experience –
would he listen? ’
‘everything I approved of..
he wanted the opposite, took
the opposite view.. couldn’t
talk to him about anything that
I’d learned to value..’
‘he just couldn’t understand
how fortunate he was.. I
grew up we had nothing nothing…’
‘he had a place waiting for him
in the family firm, great
future – but no, all
he wanted was to…’
‘I kept telling him, yes,
great as a hobby but
there’s no money in it son
for a decent life, take my word..’
‘paid a fortune for his education,
like I never had, and
what does he do with it but
go off and…’
do they go on and on like this? it
must be hell..
or are they allowed the benefit
of hindsight, a sorta
purgatory before oh god
another chance? or
or are they allowed a solemn vow
to never be like that again
and swear to make their son’s life
heaven? (poor wimp..)
or simply on the Indian lines of heavenly justice
swop roles next time ho ho?
Dad, all this
is just a joke
now
love you