Johnny is my brother and our first guest blogger on Social Work Soup.
Check out his poem and see what you think. I love it!
THE OLD COAL STOVE
The old coal stove
Warming me on a winter’s day
A hardy breakfast each morning
And all day long to play
A yard full of mysteries
All mine to explore
While you kept a watchful eye
From the porch door
Barely enough on which to live
Yet you found so much to give
Never asked for anything in return
Except a kiss and time to listen to a yarn
I long for those simpler days
When life’s hurt was a scraped knee
And guilt was something from which I was free
The end of those days I couldn’t see
The sanity of it all escapes me
How could life be so unfair
To spend one’s “golden years”
Out of touch in a wheelchair
Still one thought comforts me
Because to you a child I will always be
And I know in my heart
That because of you
That child still lives in me.
By, Johnny McIntosh
Johnny is the oldest brother of blogger, Teresa McIntosh-Hall. Johnny graduated from Ohio State University.
He is a pharmacist, writer and poet. He wrote this poem about 20 years ago and it hangs on a wall in my house because I love it so much.
Wonderful, heartwarming sentiments.
I must thank you for the efforts youve put in penning this site. I am hoping to check out the same high-grade blog posts by you in the future as well. In fact, your creative writing abilities has motivated me to get my very own blog now 😉