When I was young,
my dad would talk
about retiring,
how he wanted to sit
on the front porch
and watch the cars drive by.
I thought that
wasn’t much of a goal,
and a waste of time.
As I reflect on what
dad said,
I don’t think he
could have
just sat, and
watched.
He always had a
list,
made new everyday,
of all the things he
had to fix.
It was categorized
in A, B, C importance.
Then numbered in 1,
2, 3 order.
Anything he didn’t
finish
got moved to the
next day’s list.
He was a doer, not a
sitter.
When he had spare
time,
he would go for a
walk.
He kept himself
busy,
usually with the
list
that included more
than just his things to fix.
He helped his kids,
his neighbors, and
friends.
He helped until he
couldn’t see and couldn’t stand.
He refinished,
reupholstered,
framed, carved,
rewired,
sanded, stained,
etched, drew
plans again for
something new.
He fixed the old and
falling apart.
He built new, like a
piece of art.
No, I don’t think
my dad would have ever just sat.
I think that list
was where he was at.
by: Paula D. Nevison
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