I’m green with envy
Hearing you complain
About having to care for
Your aging father
It’s such a burden you say

What I wouldn’t give
To be planning my daddy’s
95th birthday party today

But there’s no party
No celebration
Only wishing him near


The prompt today at dVerse Poets Pub today is to write a Quadrille (44 words exactly) using the word “green.” The prompt isn’t live yet in my time zone, but I peeked at some other poets who have their poems up already to find out what the required word is.

My dad would have been 95, but he died 23 years ago so this is as close as I’ll get to celebrating his birthday.

About Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

36 Responses to Envious

  1. annell4 says:

    Your words say it perfectly…oh, how I wish I could care for those who have gone before me. I miss them so!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. thirtynwordy says:

    This was short, but powerful. I feel the loss of my father often and can relate to your pain.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    Being a carer can be very arduous. (It’s good to get all the support services available, if possible, to help.) However, feeling the strain is very different from regarding it as a burden.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. No celebration
    Only wishing him near

    Appreciating they are there then! How noble of you Linda! That is true. They don’t expect anything extra. Just be nice and they’ll be forever grateful. Others who have lost their parents are the ones who suffer not the ones having to look after them.


    Liked by 1 person

  5. colonialist says:

    Really well done. A wealth of emotion goes into those 44 words.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Glenn Buttkus says:

    You not only rocked the prompt, but personalized it; packing a lot of honest emotion into a few score of words; nice job. My parents died young, mother at 39, father at 53; cancer the culprit.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Very tender….I felt this way before, even angry, hearing complaints about mothers

    Liked by 1 person

  8. banya sigh says:

    This makes me sad … missing my daddy. 😦

    Liked by 1 person

  9. kim881 says:

    Oh, Linda, I recognise that feeling.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Bryan Ens says:

    Oh how quick we are to complain about that which others would gladly trade us for!

    Liked by 1 person

  11. maria says:

    A good reminder to treasure the moments we spend with our love ones. Poignant piece. 🙂 I’m sure your dad is smiling happily knowing that he’ll be in your heart and mind forever.

    Liked by 1 person

  12. The loss of a loved parent is hard to bear, even after a long time.

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Mish says:

    A good message in your poem, Linda. I guess one of our human flaws is not appreciating what we have in the moment that we have it. That is a very sad trait when it comes to family.
    I lost my dad 33 years ago. He was only 46. So many moments, happy and sad without him.

    Liked by 1 person

  14. whimsygizmo says:

    Oh, Linda. This hits home. I am so very blessed to have both parents still living (in their early 70s). Thank you for the important reminder.

    Liked by 1 person

  15. ghostmmnc says:

    Very heart touching, Linda. Wish I could be planning a party for my parents. Do these people not think they were sometimes a burden to their parents when they were young? The time of the season changes for us all. Very loving poem.

    Liked by 1 person

  16. Love as
    as the
    iS nEar..:)

    Liked by 1 person

  17. Such a nice, sweet poem, in praise of remembering a loved one. Nice job.

    Liked by 1 person

  18. Grace says:

    My parents are still alive, though frail but still good, not falling into dementia ~ This is a lovely and moving tribute to your father ~

    Liked by 1 person

  19. I understand both sides of this, Linda, as I see my mom at 95 slip deeper and deeper into dementia each time I visit. There are so many forms of loss. When I almost lost her in 1998, I was devastated–now I’m not so sure it wouldn’t have been kinder for her. She would not have wanted to be this way–but I believe God has a plan for us at every stage of life. I do sometimes question Him about this, though–and mosquitoes and earwigs!

    Liked by 1 person

    • I can understand that. I wouldn’t have wanted to watch either of my parents deal with dementia and am sorry you have to deal with that. We do all have our different (but similar) losses to deal with. As for me, I’m going to ask about ants as well. 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  20. kanzensakura says:

    My father would have been 96, Yes indeed. These people who complain about their blessings. I wish I could be planning a party for him. I wish my mother could get her memories back. Excellent write on this word.

    Liked by 1 person

  21. lillian says:

    Great take on the prompt….and you’ve hit on a truism for many people.

    Liked by 1 person

  22. My dad would have been 99 this autumn… but when I see my mother wane, I feel almost relieved that he died without fading into dementia….

    Liked by 1 person

  23. Larry Who says:

    My dad died six years ago this month. He would have been ninety-five on May 25th. What a coinky-dink, huh?

    Liked by 1 person

I love comments, so be sure to let me know what you think about this post below.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.