Chapter (37) THE FISHING TRIP

.THE FISHING TRIP

 

I've always liked to fish , it's peaceful and relaxing

Except the time I took my son, it turned stressful and quite taxing.

I'd  found a spot where we could sit, where others would not pass

Got out the rods and landing nets, and laid them on the grass.

 

I told my son he must take care, and watch where is walking

despite all that he trampled them, on his phone too busy talking.

I let it pass and set them up, with float and hook and bait

And then I showed him how to cast and told him he must wait.

 

Well he waited all of two minutes before he reeled in

Then stepping backwards didn't look, and tipped the maggot tin.

Then swinging round with rod in hand he stuck it in a bush

He pulled too hard and broke the line because he had to rush.

 

I wasn't mad, I took control and sat him in a chair

I finished the re tackling, but my son just wasn't there.

Where are you son I frantic cried, he'd vanished just like that

Then back he came still texting, he'd been to get his hat.

 

It wasn't even sunny, but he said it just looked cool,

I don't know who, on that day, had been the biggest fool.

It's dangerous to mess about when fishing by deep water

he worries me sometimes so much, I wish we'd had a daughter.

 

           She could stay at home with mum when I go fishing.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[fwvalidus]

Great little poem, wrapped it up so nicely! It's a mix of a nice father-son day, with the final statement wishing you could fish on your own. A lightly comic poem, refreshing indeed.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you for reading and a great review. I love to make people smile if I can.

[MomzillaNC]

LOL! Boys are perfectly heedless!

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thanks for reading and a good comment. I remember my first time fishing. I spent more time in the water than standing on the bank.

[MomzillaNC]

My first time fishing, we lived in Florida. It was all girls. My dad took me out on his boat, with a buddy and his son for a day of deep-sea fishing. That's the only time I ever went fishing. I caught a bigger fish than the three males, and my dad never took me fishing again.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Arrrr shame on him. I'd have loved my daughter to come fishing with me.

[MomzillaNC]

My dad was always like that, though. He always played golf when he could. So, when I went to college, I took golf so I'd have an adult activity to share with him. Problem was, I was better at it than him. My average was around 90; but, on my final, I shot an 86. My dad stopped playing golf -- until many years later when my nephew came along and got old enough to play. I played baseball as kid too -- I was a pinch hitter. He never went to even one of my games. But, he loved for me to sing and went to my church performances (that's actually how he got started back to going to church), and he took me to art galleries sometimes and was always ready with a word of praise for my artwork (though, he told me when I was around 7 or 8 that I couldn't be an artists because there were no women artists).

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

It sounds as though your dad was trapped in his world and couldn't come to terms with changing times. You're not alone in this situation. I'm a man and my father never spoke to me for 5 years until the day of my wedding because, as he said , I was marrying ABOVE my station in life. Old social habits are hard to break. Many people feel comfortable with them. It is clear your dad loved you for who you were at that time.

[MomzillaNC]

I've always known that he loved me as much as he was able to.

[MomzillaNC]

Y'know, that's not entirely fair.

When I married, I was very worried my dad would disown me. I was marrying someone from the Middle East. I'd heard my dad refer to them as "Sand N*****s." In fact, I had a friend from Malaysia when I was in college. Our group of friends were going to the movies and Ghuna was in the group. My dad thought it was a date and ordered me not to go, telling me, "No daughter of mine is going out with a G-D Sand N-!"

But, when I married, he completely embraced my husband. He really surprised me.

In fact, my husband is his favorite son-in-law. I have three sisters: one has married six times; the other two have married twice. So, out of nine sons-in-law, my husband is my dad's favorite. And, all those other sons-in-law were as country as my dad (two two of them were even Navy, like him). A lot of that has to do, I'm sure, with the kind of person my husband is. But, I like to think that, at least part of it is that he knows I only ally myself with really good people who make me aspire to being a better person.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

I so happy that your husband has a great relationship with your dad. Dads know when something is right, I'm a dad too. I'm sure that when your dad saw just how happy you were everything fell into place.

[MomzillaNC]

Yeah… I rather think, because I was so much older than he ever expected I'd be when I married, that he was just glad I married a dude! LOL

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Ha ha ha ha. I actually laughed out loud. Good one. Talk to you later.
Clive.