Topic: The Garden
I wrote this yesterday. Originally was going to make it a song but decided it seems more like poem.
THE GARDEN
I was talking to my Dad on the phone today
We talked for a while, in the usual way
I asked him, “how’s your day been Dad?”
He said “not to bad, it been ok”
We chatted about the weather,
He said he hadn’t done much
He was sitting outside enjoying the sun, eating his lunch
Our conversation led to gardening and such
I asked him what he was planting this year
His vege garden always full, planted with care
The question seemed to hang in the air
I heard my Dad answer, with a sound of disappear
His voice suddenly went quiet, or so it seemed to my ear
As he contemplated his answer and for a minute day dreamed
He said he wouldn`t be planting any veg’s this year
No point he said, there`s only him there
“With your Mum in a home and me on my own
I can`t eat it all, it just goes to waste, gets over grown
There is only so much I can give the neighbors next door
They all grow veg`s and have way too much”
We finished our chat, said I`d call him another day
As I hung up the phone, I felt sad for my Dad and what he had to say
He used to love his garden, to plant, weed it and such
But the truth and sad part is not really the garden so much
It`s the life he misses, that he shared with my Mum, his lovely Mrs
(edited by Jandle to take out a typo)
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