Sunday, October 26, 2008

One single impression: Gift

The Gift

Daddy whadja bring me
don' see no big sack
postcards wine yellow cheese
whaja bring me back

Ya know I've been so good
a toy maybe two
cuddly bear an' a doll
really one will do

Puzzle game or some beads
boy's toys play in dirt
Daddy whadja bring me
Oh—pretty t-shirt

Thank you lots

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At Sunday, October 26, 2008 12:20:00 AM, Blogger Gemma Wiseman said...

Love the sense of mixed blessings and happiness in this gift! Beautifully expressed!

At Sunday, October 26, 2008 1:06:00 AM, Blogger spacedlaw said...

This reminds me of a friend who once told me that every time he had to travel for work (i.e. almost every week) his kids expected some presents from him...

At Sunday, October 26, 2008 1:08:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Now this reminds me of when I was a kid!
Thank you for sharing this.

At Sunday, October 26, 2008 4:50:00 AM, Blogger barbs.haiku said...

My poor Dad... there were 8 of us to contend with as this very scenario played out so many times over the years. As is turns out, he himself was our gift! Wonderful Jim, I love this!

At Sunday, October 26, 2008 6:06:00 AM, Blogger anthonynorth said...

A beautiful poem that. The expectation of youth. I can just remember it.

At Sunday, October 26, 2008 7:30:00 AM, Blogger SandyCarlson said...

Been there, Jim! And now that I am a middle-aged lady, I welcome the additions to my wardrobe! There is a feeling of mixed blessing here--the T-shirt in with the lovely, romantic gifts for an adult and the shirt....Wow.

At Sunday, October 26, 2008 9:04:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love this tender little poem. Reminds me of when I was really little, in the 50s. My dad travelled a lot, too, and what I always wanted, and what he never failed to bring, was a few small bars of complimentary soap from the motels he stayed in. Looking back on it, he must thought he got off pretty easily, having a kid who got a bigger thrill out of "baby soaps" than an actual toy. I still think those things are cute!

At Sunday, October 26, 2008 12:50:00 PM, Blogger sgreerpitt said...

One can hear the wheedling child's voice in your verse.

At Sunday, October 26, 2008 5:11:00 PM, Blogger Raven said...

Aw... I love that. It carries the sweetness and unashamed eager greed of a child's heart.

At Monday, October 27, 2008 11:47:00 AM, Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Thanks for sharing this - it reminds me of so many things - a delightful read!

At Monday, October 27, 2008 1:10:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Either you were very good at this, or you hear it all the time! I always bring back t-shirts.

At Monday, October 27, 2008 7:47:00 PM, Blogger DeLi said...

i feel the love!

At Monday, October 27, 2008 10:55:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

.."one can hear the wheedling child's voice in your verse"-
a "sense of mixed blessings and happiness in this gift!"-
"unashamed eager greed of a child's heart"-
"i feel the love!"..many thanks for this..

At Tuesday, October 28, 2008 9:00:00 AM, Blogger Patois42 said...

So I'm seeing the shirt that says, "My Daddy Went to X, and All I Got Was a Lousy T-shirt." Cute.

At Thursday, October 30, 2008 11:31:00 AM, Blogger Quiet Paths said...

Thank you for letting us in your fun time.... where ever it was - they sold T-shirts!

At Thursday, October 30, 2008 7:03:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

t-shirts are nice...but daddy is even better...beautiful

At Friday, October 31, 2008 2:29:00 PM, Blogger qualcosa di bello said...

there are so many emotions rolled into this verse as i see it...hopefulness, a tinge of disappointment, resolve, gratitude.

i like your unique interpretation in dialect...i can see my own children 10+ years ago in this scene when my husband had to travel frequently.

At Saturday, October 15, 2011 12:23:00 PM, Blogger JosephAlsarraf said...

I like your poem. You should put it on a Christmas card! : )

At Saturday, October 22, 2011 11:43:00 PM, Anonymous Grace. B said...

Thanks for this link Jim from last week SWS. Thanks to the comment I think I get the general sens of it. Is there a way to listen to this somewhere on your tube ? Is this a kind popular counting rhyme or is it your own story ?

Well I'm probably more a daddy's girl then I thought, my father always bring us something from this travel but it wasn't necessary a merchandise.


At Sunday, October 23, 2011 3:22:00 PM, Blogger Jim said...

Grace, about the comment I left last week and the link to a poem, The Gift. I wrote the poem so there isn't any music. It might make a children's song?

Generally on Sundays I write a poem somehow concerning or using a prompt word published by a group, One Single Impression.
( for this week's prompt word, 'Limber Up'. I have not yet written for this one. )
The group's general link is for you to get sense of what is going on.

In my poem, The Gift ( ), the poet is a young boy child greeting his father who has returned from travel of some sort. Many times, as in your country, a gift for the children is brought back. This child was excitedly expecting a toy but was instead merely brought a souvenir gift tee shirt. :) Not what children get very excited about.

At Tuesday, March 13, 2012 2:12:00 PM, Blogger Barb said...

Jim... I *was* barbs.haiku. Gosh it's been so long since I've written any haiku... this was nearly 4 years ago and prompted by My Bellavia... my sister Janice. It's been ages since she's written anything at all! Kids and real life keep getting in her way!

Thanks for the visit! And my Dad is still the Gift. He's now 83 and still kicking! What a blessing.


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