Daily Diary, Day 789: I searched for poems with skeletons in them and came up with this one. My father wanted to be a sociology professor. He got a masters but wanted to get a PhD. However, he ended up as a middle manager for a large corporation. He did so for good reasons (the health benefits that made my mother's life possible), but he hated the job and gave me the strong message that I should have a career doing what I wanted. Needless to say he was delighted that I became a history professor, not just that, but a social historian--which was pretty close to his own field. I mention all this because he also wrote a series of rather searing, angry poems that in my mind were directed at his two major work experiences...as a young soldier in WWII (where he worked as some sort of clerk for an airfield in France...and that's all he ever mentioned of that war-time experience), and his corporate days.
My Father's Poems: October 30, 2022
My Father's Poems: October 30, 2022
My Father's Poems: October 30, 2022
Daily Diary, Day 789: I searched for poems with skeletons in them and came up with this one. My father wanted to be a sociology professor. He got a masters but wanted to get a PhD. However, he ended up as a middle manager for a large corporation. He did so for good reasons (the health benefits that made my mother's life possible), but he hated the job and gave me the strong message that I should have a career doing what I wanted. Needless to say he was delighted that I became a history professor, not just that, but a social historian--which was pretty close to his own field. I mention all this because he also wrote a series of rather searing, angry poems that in my mind were directed at his two major work experiences...as a young soldier in WWII (where he worked as some sort of clerk for an airfield in France...and that's all he ever mentioned of that war-time experience), and his corporate days.