Fathers’ Day: A Poem from The New Generation

Kenning My Dad

He comes home smelling of outside

A bootstamping coat remover.

When he sits at the table

He’s a food exterminator

A coffee-consuming pudding praiser.

He’s a mountain strider, birdwatcher,

A cheering on at rugby shouter

A dolls house maker, breadbaker,

Cooking pasta in the kitchen on Sunday.

He’s a vegetable nurturer

Digging in the garden in the rain

A leekbringer, soup inventor.

At work he’s a computer tapper

Brainworker, travelling on a train worker.

At home he’s our dad-

A bighugging loudlaughing funloving

daft teasing dad with a prickly face.


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