You come in wearing the morning’s work about your hands,
and deep in the creases of your eyes.
Mud shucked in a brittle heap
you leave your boots at the door,
shed a pelt of polyurethane
its pockets of tags and split ended string.
Accept a breakfast well past your waking,
to watch your daughters rise sleep stained and stretching.
Carol J Forrester 
Oh, Carol, this is stunning. Damn, I wish I’d written it.
Thank you so much
Avery solemn scene, with tenderness…
Gorgeously rendered! I especially resonate with; “Mud shucked in a brittle heap you leave your boots at the door.”💝💝
Thank you
The poems of the Internet, which crowd at the doorstep of the world fiber network, receive applause from every corner. The paper book poems grow lonely and sad, by contrast, their pages clean and untattered — untouched, frankly, in this digital age.
— Catxman
http://www.catxman.wordpress.com
Different audiences I tend to find. I own quite a few physical poetry collections, including the fabulous TS Eliot Prize winning C+not by Jolene Taylor, which I would recommend to pretty much everyone.
Nice one
Happy New Year
Much love…
Thank you.
Their time will come and, one day, they’ll be making your breakfast.
Wonderful work, Carol
Thank you Ron.
The one person who wasn’t at our breakfast table was Dad because he was away to work very early and being a truckie he often worked week-end. “Accept a breakfast well past your waking,” I loved this line in a lovely poem.
Thank you. As an adult I can appreciate the effort my father went to when it came to being in the house for breakfast each morning. It makes me appreciate him all the more now.
Very nicely done. He must have been a farmer!
My father is indeed a farmer. A lot of my poetry, especially in my collection, revolve around growing up in a farming family. I was very lucky with how determined both my parents were to be there for small things.
How wonderful. I loved working on the farm when I was young!
I really love how the food is not at all the focus of this piece, Carol. It’s really beautiful and loving.
❤
David
Thank you David.
This has a Heaneyesque feel to it, which I like very much!
This is wonderful, and it says so much when the father has been out working a lot before breakfast… sounds so much like a farmer’s life