Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Carl Papa Palmer

The ringing interrupts watching the football game.
Both phone and remote sit on the couch beside me,
I grab one blindly, hit a button and my TV turns off.

Finding my phone I listen to the recorded message.
Some salesman selling something, happy I missed it,
however, not happy I’ve now misplaced the remote.

I’m turning into Dad

My day began reaching for my glasses on the dresser.
Not seeing them there or any other place I searched,
Until I looked back on the dresser to find them there.
How long before I’ll need glasses to find my glasses?

I’m turning into Dad

Back in the day, Dad asked if I believed in the Hereafter.
I said of course I did. He replied that he did too saying,
Every time I come into the room,
I wonder what I came in here after.

Not much different than me today at the grocery store
wandering the aisles, no idea what she’d sent me to buy,
while I fill my cart with what I hope was on the list I lost.

I’m turning into Dad

1 COMMENTS

  1. Carl,

    I remember/not remember. Depends on the multitasking and day dreaming. I enjoyed reading your poem today. Congratulations on being published!

    Karen (O’Leary)

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