WAITING FOR DAD v2

AN UPDATED VERSION OF AN EARLIER POST

When I was a boy my father was a Salesman driving all over the country. In those days, the roads were not as good, the emergency services fewer . Winters were often cold and snowy and we, like all kids hoped for blizzards which would close schools and bring sledging, snowballs and snowmen.

For me this childhood treat was tempered by the thought of Dad driving around in atrocious and dangerous weather. His frown and his obvious worry were palpable but no sales, no money.

I used to sit on his bedroom window sill for hours, listening to Bennett, Sinatra and Cole whose mellow crooning tones I found calming until finally, an amber flashing indicator light signalled that his car was at the end of the street.

 

The shadow of your smile sung by Tony Bennett

 

Waiting for Dad

A Small boy, sits curled in feline form, on the narrow window ledge.

the ancient glass,constantly by hand cleared of moisture delivers

an icy kiss on an unwary cheek.

The vague familiar scent of ‘Aramis’ aftershave, an elusive but comforting hint

of absent love. A red striped tie strewn on the bed bring mages of

him wearing his favourite blue.

A bedside clock ticks, mocking with it’s constant reminding,

providing a steady beat, marking a child’s mounting angst.

Outside odd cars gingerly inch by, the soon covered tracks

deny their passing while ice insects swarm in the glow of

struggling headlights.

And purest white bathed in strange hues by drama enhancing sodium

street lamps. Not a soul can be seen.

A ‘question fatigued’ mother with a perfected mask of nonchalance,

a young imagination running wild, heightened senses, straining,

a feeling, a knowing relief at the first glimpse of familiar form,

amber light, flashing an ‘all is well’ signal.

An excitement flooded voice announces “Mum, he’s back !”

10 thoughts on “WAITING FOR DAD v2

  1. Fantastic Nigel and thank you for these words that have brought back early memories. I think many father’s of our generation had to go away to work and the time spent with them was precious. You have captured all the emotions of waiting and joy that went with it.

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