Screwdriver
Mathematics
Lying up under the car
on the floor of the garage
I see his little feet arrive,
the shadow of his head
bending down to ask,
“Whattaya want, Dad?”
“Hand me that number two
Phillips
on the workbench over there, son.”
I watch him switch his weight
from one little foot to the
other,
step away, start back, stop,
turn around and then
scamper back to the
car,
leaning lower to ask,
“Dad, is the Phillips a plus
or a minus?"
Carl "Papa" Palmer,
retired Army, retired FAA, now just plain retired, lives in University Place,
Washington. He has seven chapbooks and a contest winning poem riding buses
somewhere in Seattle. Carl has been nominated for the Micro Award and Pushcart
Prize.
What an adorable poem by Carl "Papa" Palmer!
ReplyDeleteRaymond Keen - author of "Love Poems for Cannibals" and "The Private and Public Life of King Able"
Being a mom of grown sons, this brought tears to my eyes. Nice going guy!
ReplyDeleteCarl,
ReplyDeleteSuch a cute poem! I love it.
Your friend,
David Fox
Priceless! Thank you for sharing, Carl. Continued blessings!
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