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she called me 'old man'
by Charlie Morgan
warm coat from hanging over the furnace
am i as people enter and leave my life;
shook-off, i'm that coat piled in snow
waiting, shivering until she comes back
giving me the lift of life, to cover her,
warm her. sending a chill of security
far into her 9 yr. old heart and bones
as she digests the verbs and civics.
giggling with her posse, she toasts to all
her confidence, pride and good intentions,
aims her eyes at me, the old man and shouts,
"hey, old man"...she knows she's my pet.
04/17/2008 Posted on 04/17/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Erin Eymard on 04/17/08 at 04:58 PM Oh Charlie! Even the young can feel the effects of being an old coat. I absolutely love what you did with this poem but I'm beginning to think you already knew that. I love the thought of a coat being just as cold in the weather as you are and that we get our warmth from giving others that warmth. ~Erin |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 04/17/08 at 07:34 PM I love the loving emotions so apparent in this poem. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 04/17/08 at 09:45 PM I love this, she knows where her security comes form and thats how she knows she can call you old man...;) |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 04/18/08 at 08:56 PM This is charming... And makes me think of my dad, which is always a plus. ;o) |
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