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the father-thing
by Charlie Morgani was waiting on father;
mama told me to get him.
he's in the garage.
when i got there, he was
talking to the father-thing.
i feared the father-thing.
so, i hollered, supper!
and ran to the house
where mama was waiting.
soon the father-thing arrived.
mama didn't know it was him.
so i sat and ate. it started.
the father-thing had eaten him.
now, it was at the table with us.
mama didn't notice it took his place.
a b.b. gun was all i had;
gotta protect mama
from the father-thing.
'where's that boy going?'
the father-thing asked mama.
as i sailed away outside.
'i'm gonna tan his hide!'
the father-thing gruffed.
'where's that boy?'
waiting in the bushes,
the father-thing hollered.
'charles, get in this house!'
i wasn't coming back, ever.
not until the father-thing left.
the father-thing wore his outsides.
he knew so much; this father-thing.
i couldn't hide in the bushes.
no where. the father-thing looms.
02/26/2009 Author's Note: ...adapted from a Philip K. Dick [Sci-fi writer] short-story by the same name. kids' imaginations of a daddy(happy-playful, etc. and then the father that is the disciplinarian-misunderstood, eh?
Posted on 02/26/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/26/09 at 05:46 PM Interesting write Charlie. I never feared my father but I never really knew him either. He just went to work came home and fell asleep. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/01/09 at 09:37 PM I was very lucky. My Dad was a great guy. I always knew how lucky I was, because my friends had "father- thing"s very honest and gritty. I felt like I was there. Great story- great write- great read! |
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