My Father was the Milkman

I realize,
  most of you will not get the joke.

Time has passed.

Changes your perspective.

Waling into houses,
   barely noticed.

Just the help.

Invisible. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

invisible except to one person who noticed, thus from that acknowledgement came the speaker of the poem.

[Jon Roggie]

Different days, my friend. My father delivered milk in the early '70's. Wednesday was Palm Springs. Final stop was the two Sinatra houses. Frank's mom was intimidating!

[Renée]

Humm.. a revelation in your family linage ? You found out you're not a tortoise, but a sea turtle !

[Jon Roggie]

No, still a tortoise. Time to write a quick explanation (: