Donal Mahoney Poet Free verse

In Chesterfield and Spats

In Chesterfield and Spats


The father of the girl
I stare at now,
as we wait for our morning bus,
stands across the street,
tall and proper in his 
chesterfield and spats.

He is waiting for a bus
that goes in the opposite direction.
He wears a derby,
swings a silver cane,
smokes a green panatela.
Suddenly he pirouettes

and smiles at my daughter.
She takes the same bus
to school every morning.
That night at supper,
I ask her about him.
"Dad, he's super!"

At 12, she knows.
"Dad, he rides the same bus
as me every morning.
He checks my homework
and I ask him questions.
Dad, he knows all the answers."


Donal Mahoney

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