Fathers and Sons


By luigi_pagano
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He did what fathers do:
he bonded with his son.
Thinking the boy was keen
on pursuits piscatorial,
he bought a fishing rod
and took him to the river.
And there they the stood
for hours in cold weather
that caused them to shiver,
and never caught a fish.
But even so the kid was glad
as he believed that fishing
was his dear father’s wish
and the last thing he’d do
was disappoint his dad.
Yet his parent was dreaming
of being on the green
where he was about to sink
a golf ball for an albatross.
And the youngster too
had different ambitions;
he thought that angling
was a complete dead loss
and he’d rather be batting
like Alastair Cook.
They did become great pals
even though they mistook
each other’s inclination.
© Luigi Pagano 2015
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It's always hard for young
It's always hard for young people trying to please a parent, when all they really want is to pursue their own activities. A Father only wants what's best for his son, yet would rather be doing something completely different. You describe the difficult relationship perfectly in this poem Luigi.
Jenny. xx
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Liked the play on their
Liked the play on their sacrifical desires to please each other, appreciated though not seeing the whole, and of course they probably would find it more difficult to play golf or cricket together! Fishing gives time for contemplation, I guess. Nice one. Rhiannon
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I loved this! Missing the
I loved this! Missing the point with each other but muddling along anyway. I'd definitely pick batting with Alistair Cook!
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Oh this is so good. Such an
Oh this is so good. Such an interesting angle (no pun intended) to see the building of a strong relationship on the foundations of a mistaken belief of what the other enjoyed. A very loving poem. Rachel x
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