You Were Wrong, Dad
I’d follow in Dad’s footsteps, he presumed.
Post-college, I would join the company
Great Grandpa founded. As the future loomed,
I had to drop the bomb: “Dad, try to see
it's MY life; I have chosen forestry."
I still recall his vitriolic rant:
“You’ll be a dismal failure, wait and see.
Succeed without MY leadership? You can’t.
You’re going nowhere fast. Someday you’ll be
rock bottom. Don’t come crawling back to me!”
Dad can’t believe I’m happy with my life.
He sees me as a failure to this day!
Perhaps he thinks I hide heartache and strife,
results of having chosen my own way!
September 18, 2020
Poetry Contest Title: The Fourth Floor of Nowhere
received NA on September 21, 2020
Date: September 29, 2020
Contest Title: Second Chance
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
October 1, 2020
Contest: Your Best Unacclaimed Poem
Sponsor: John Hamilton
May 2, 2021
entered in Carolyn Devonshire's Footsteps Contest
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2020
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