DEJA VU
Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:49 am
DEJA VU
I recall a long, long time ago when my son was a Lad
how his father baby sat him because no money we had.
I worked in Sydney city, through the daytime his Dad was home
so he babysat his young son who could not be left alone.
His Dad in those days worked two jobs to keep the family fed
and being tired decided he would take a nap in bed
leaving the young bloke safely watching Play School on TV,
but who knows what mischief kids can find. It’s no real mystery.
While Dad slept on oblivious, he took my camera out
and decided he would flush it down the toilet – I have doubt
as to just what his intentions were – but note it did not go
though it caused the water from the bowl to instantly overflow.
Not content with that destruction he found then a tube of gel
with an aromatic fragrance, and mentholated as well.
It was good to paint the carpet with – he liked the colour green
which contrasted with the carpet well , the carpet was pale cream.
His tube of mentholated paint soon appeared to run out
and Humphrey now on the telly had no interest, there’s no doubt,
but in the drawer of papers, envelopes, rubber bands, and string
he found a dozen or so textas, bright and multicoloured things.
He saw an opportunity to do some decoration
something bright and colourful of course and he had inspiration
for his mother had just recently at great toil and expense
wallpapered in flock and foil and silk. This young child saw the sense
of adding a little colour to those walls that were quite neutral.
Chinese silk in shades of palest pink and cream. Elegant, beautiful.
So he coloured in the butterflies in garish colours bright
but he failed to keep within the lines – it didn’t look quite right.
His Mum returned from work to find evening darkness descending.
His Dad was fast asleep in bed – to his son not attending.
Her child curled sleeping on the floor- nearby his teddy bear
as a dark insidious stain was creeping from the bathroom where
the water from the cistern had slowly crept across the floor
and dampened all the hallway carpet, creeping ‘neath the door;
then the bright light from the hallway displayed her small son’s art.
You could tell she was not happy for those screams came from her heart.
Well it was a long, long time ago, and time has moved along
and the child grew up to be a man who now knows right from wrong.
It’s true life has gone full circle, for he came to me today
with a brand new digital camera with which his Mum could play.
Maureen Clifford © 06/11
I recall a long, long time ago when my son was a Lad
how his father baby sat him because no money we had.
I worked in Sydney city, through the daytime his Dad was home
so he babysat his young son who could not be left alone.
His Dad in those days worked two jobs to keep the family fed
and being tired decided he would take a nap in bed
leaving the young bloke safely watching Play School on TV,
but who knows what mischief kids can find. It’s no real mystery.
While Dad slept on oblivious, he took my camera out
and decided he would flush it down the toilet – I have doubt
as to just what his intentions were – but note it did not go
though it caused the water from the bowl to instantly overflow.
Not content with that destruction he found then a tube of gel
with an aromatic fragrance, and mentholated as well.
It was good to paint the carpet with – he liked the colour green
which contrasted with the carpet well , the carpet was pale cream.
His tube of mentholated paint soon appeared to run out
and Humphrey now on the telly had no interest, there’s no doubt,
but in the drawer of papers, envelopes, rubber bands, and string
he found a dozen or so textas, bright and multicoloured things.
He saw an opportunity to do some decoration
something bright and colourful of course and he had inspiration
for his mother had just recently at great toil and expense
wallpapered in flock and foil and silk. This young child saw the sense
of adding a little colour to those walls that were quite neutral.
Chinese silk in shades of palest pink and cream. Elegant, beautiful.
So he coloured in the butterflies in garish colours bright
but he failed to keep within the lines – it didn’t look quite right.
His Mum returned from work to find evening darkness descending.
His Dad was fast asleep in bed – to his son not attending.
Her child curled sleeping on the floor- nearby his teddy bear
as a dark insidious stain was creeping from the bathroom where
the water from the cistern had slowly crept across the floor
and dampened all the hallway carpet, creeping ‘neath the door;
then the bright light from the hallway displayed her small son’s art.
You could tell she was not happy for those screams came from her heart.
Well it was a long, long time ago, and time has moved along
and the child grew up to be a man who now knows right from wrong.
It’s true life has gone full circle, for he came to me today
with a brand new digital camera with which his Mum could play.
Maureen Clifford © 06/11