I am still recovering,
Recovering from the shock.
My son came up for the weekend,
A great time we had together.
But I am still recovering,
Recovering from the shock.
We went out to dinner,
Enjoying more time together
With each other,
And that wonderful Italian food.
But I am still recovering,
Recovering from the shock.
We finished our meal,
The bill was called for
And set in front of us.
But I am still recovering,
Recovering from the shock.
He, my son, picked up the bill,
He paid for it!
Never in our history has he paid.
But I am still recovering,
Recovering from the shock.
I am still waiting for that first pint
Bought by him for me.
I’ve only been waiting twenty five years
Since he reached that age
Where he could buy me a pint.
But on this occasion he paid.
Paid for the dinner.
And I am still recovering,
Recovering from the shock.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This really happened, my son paid for our dinner in the restaurant!
- Category: Humor
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Comments9
a wholly understandable experiential bit o penmanship ............................. 🙂
its coz he knows ya worth it ............ 🙂
Thank you Neville, much appreciated.
Andy
Good write Gold. A pleasant shock! lol.
Very true Orchi.
He's probably realised that you're getting on now and approaching second childhood and therefore stepping up into a more fatherly role.
Kind words SC, you may be right being the old codger that I now am.
Andy
It wasn't meant to be kind! Damn it!
Ha - I smiled when I knew what these lines were leading to - - he waited until that wonderful Italian feast was finished and surprised you at last my friend -- worth all the wait methinks when our offspring foots that special bill.
Very true Fay, it was certainly worth the wait.
Andy
you're such a refreshing Poet, Andy
a joy to read your subtle poetic brilliance
in all its diverse forms,
I think this will have me smiling all day
thank you, my friend
If I can make somebody smile my work for the day has been successful.
Andy
The least of all a loving Son would do for his loving Father. Great write Andy. 👍
Thank you AP, most kind.
Andy
To use one big walloping cliche everyone else had the forbearance and discretion to avoid:
Better late than never!... 😊
Thanks Dave, very true.
Andy
Eventually they realize that the roles are shifting. Still a thrill when you realize that you raised them right. - Phil A
Very true Phil, he has become a good person.
Andy
The shock and satisfaction you feel when your little ones grow up and play their role beautifully penned.Thanks for sharing
Thank you TKKK, much appreciated.
Andy
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