Right Brain Redux Day 16: Sunday Poets
Good Sunday, great Kids' Church, relaxing afternoon. Today, both of us drew writing assignments in the poetic vein. I have to write a Haiku about the last thing I watched on TV, while Jessica writes a poem on a random subject chosen by Mini-Me.
Kev: Write a Haiku about the last thing you watched on TV.
It was almost Ninja Turtles. But after mini-me went to bed, we watched Episode 8 of Top Chef: Texas - Season 9 (We have this on Amazon Prime and are rewatching it as we originally saw it not too long before Little arrived. Blur time.)
Top Chef Season Nine
She Serv'd Bigfoot To LaBelle
Yay Sarah's Gone Now
Jess: Write a poem on a random subject chosen by our oldest son.
He chose "dump truck."
I do have some experience with dump trucks. My dad drove one for many years, and when I was little I definitely spent a long time answering "what do you want to be when you grow up?" by quickly replying, "a dump truck driver like my Daddy!" So, here's a little tribute on his random topic that turned out to be a very emotional piece for me.
Dump Truck
by Jessica Paul Rose
Your boots are by the door
Waiting for tomorrow.
Caked in clay and trials
Their soles worn to the floor.
Go to sleep in apprehension
Praying I don't miss you.
Early hours are no matter
They've lived here long before.
Ice crashes in the cooler
Sends me running with a push.
Imploring eyes to greet you
Please... can I go with you today?
Excitement doesn't compare
To that familiar bounce and sway.
The smell of oil and laughter
Sometimes drifts too far away.
You take me on a journey
And how my world looks grand.
That dump truck is a carriage
For more than just the sand.
We eat
And drive.
Then suddenly,
It's time.
Kids line the fence to watch you leave.
Do I have to go, Daddy?
I love you.
Oh, wait!
Please bring me a mountain
Today.
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