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Friday, October 20, 2023

One single impression: Gift -- and a Poem for Friday Writings

Why;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 
but 
Why, a shirt like that 
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© 2008 and 2023  Jimmiehov
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Tag for more poems: One Single Impression October 26, 2008 
Prompted today by (thank you) My Bellavia
Tag: Jim's OSI 

and now on Friday October 20, 2023, with the change of the last verse with six more words, "but '. . . ", and the word, "Why" added to the tittle, 
I am linked with Rosemary for the Friday Writings #99 at 
Rosemary asked us to us"‘Why – ?’ and fill in the blank, then write to your title question" 
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29 comments:

  1. Gemma WisemanSunday, October 26, 2008 12:20:00 AM

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

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  2. spacedlawSunday, October 26, 2008 1:06:00 AM

    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...

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  3. AnonymousSunday, October 26, 2008 1:08:00 AM

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

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  4. AnonymousSunday, October 26, 2008 4:50:00 AM

    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!

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  5. anthonynorthSunday, October 26, 2008 6:06:00 AM

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

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  6. SandyCarlsonSunday, October 26, 2008 7:30:00 AM

    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.

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  7. AnonymousSunday, October 26, 2008 9:04:00 AM

    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!

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  8. sgreerpittSunday, October 26, 2008 12:50:00 PM

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

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  9. RavenSunday, October 26, 2008 5:11:00 PM

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

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  10. Tumblewords:Monday, October 27, 2008 11:47:00 AM

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

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  11. AnonymousMonday, October 27, 2008 1:10:00 PM

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

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  12. DeLiMonday, October 27, 2008 7:47:00 PM

    i feel the love!

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  13. AnonymousMonday, October 27, 2008 10:55:00 PM

    .."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..

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  14. Patois42Tuesday, October 28, 2008 9:00:00 AM

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

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  15. Quiet PathsThursday, October 30, 2008 11:31:00 AM

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

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  16. AnonymousThursday, October 30, 2008 7:03:00 PM

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

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  17. qualcosa di belloFriday, October 31, 2008 2:29:00 PM

    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.

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  18. JosephAlsarrafSaturday, October 15, 2011 12:23:00 PM

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

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  19. Grace. BSaturday, October 22, 2011 11:43:00 PM

    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.

    Grace

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  20. JimSunday, October 23, 2011 3:22:00 PM

    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.
    ( http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/2011/10/prompt-191-limber-up.html for this week's prompt word, 'Limber Up'. I have not yet written for this one. )
    The group's general link is http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com for you to get sense of what is going on.

    In my poem, The Gift ( http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-single-impression-gift.html ), 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.
    ..

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  21. Barb Tuesday, March 13, 2012 2:12:00 PM

    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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  22. Rosemary Nissen-WadeFriday, October 20, 2023 2:13:00 AM

    Oh yes, what kids dream of is not always what the grown-ups think best for them. When we are deep in the practicalities of life, we can grow out of understanding children's dreams.

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  23. rudraprayagaFriday, October 20, 2023 3:24:00 AM

    Kids have no other thoughts other than some toys or sweets. Nice poem.

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  24. MarjaFriday, October 20, 2023 4:53:00 AM

    Great one Oh kids these days

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  25. Penelope NotesFriday, October 20, 2023 6:31:00 AM

    Authentically and playfully written. Kind of funny how the best part of a parent's homecoming often isn't us but the prize we bring in a bag.

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  26. Priscilla KingFriday, October 20, 2023 4:38:00 PM

    Somebody Went to Gatlinburg and All They Brought Me Was This T-Shirt!

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  27. kaykualaSunday, October 22, 2023 9:03:00 AM

    Love the kid lingo. Dr Jim! A special treat! You read the exact reaction of a kid's expectations! Very typical and accurate exchange.

    Hank

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  28. jossinaTuesday, October 24, 2023 11:00:00 PM

    This reminded me of my childhood where gifts received where useful things but not what a child would content with ...nicely written

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  29. HelenSunday, November 05, 2023 12:39:00 PM

    Where are you Dr. Jim ... how are you? Missing your poetry today.

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