Father Thinks He Knows Best

Too quiet, my son
  I worry about you
Thou contemplate overmuch
  Get out there and do

Too noisy, my daughter
  Unbecoming of you
You're a young lady already
  Not a foul-mouthed shrew

Too passive, my wife
  For this century
Take control of your life 
  Learn to fly like me...

It's our turn now, Dad 
  To gang up on you
But we won't go there
  ~ We'll just bid you adieu
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Bush Avatar
February 23, 2020 at 8:36 PM
This is so perfectly done. Written from experience, no doubt.
Wolf Avatar
February 23, 2020 at 9:32 PM
Only the title was written from experience, painful experience actually. I am more convinced every year that I know zilch. The rest of the poem is not me. Smiles, Gershon
Krutsinger Avatar
February 22, 2020 at 10:39 PM
In the long run, they all turn out "just right" though as Goldilocks would say.
Wolf Avatar
February 23, 2020 at 12:53 PM
They sure do... though Dad's got more than his share of problems to face!
Cheney Avatar
February 20, 2020 at 9:04 AM
While not always right, rarely in doubt. Father knows best. Relatable write. I like it.
Wolf Avatar
February 20, 2020 at 3:18 PM
Glad you could relate to this one, Kenneth. ~ Another Dad who can relate
Somadas Avatar
February 19, 2020 at 11:10 PM
lol.. Not only father, each of us think we know the best.. You showed a wonderful portrait of a family.. Great Gershon
Wolf Avatar
February 20, 2020 at 9:41 AM
---although the family portrait may soon have a gap where the father's head used to be. LOL. Thanks, Jenish
Adams Avatar
February 19, 2020 at 7:43 PM
perhaps dad didn't always know best but his word was accepted, and cherished, you knew better than not to listen to it... I wish he was still around... adored this one Gershon... hugs
Wolf Avatar
February 19, 2020 at 8:02 PM
Heh, heh... Same in my family....Not listening? --- Corporal punishment meted out... Although, Dear Old Dad wasn't always right...'Course he was never wrong either... We kids got used to it very fast... Thanks for the comment and encouragement, Sandra! :) Gershon
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February 19, 2020 at 3:58 PM
I see this funny.. boys all I had .. and I pampered all of them. But they all turned out great with family's of their own and great jobs.. And I spoil my grandchildren and my son's don't mine because they remember their growing up.. Now they tease me by saying " I am grandmas favorite" or " I'm your moms favorite" .. I hate it when they put me in a spot.
Wolf Avatar
February 19, 2020 at 8:00 PM
Sounds like you count your blessings, Eve, and that you have what to count! Here's to your wonderful family! Cheers, Gershon
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