Catfishing with Mom
Getting dark
Moon is full
Rods and reels are ready
Nightcrawlers
Insect spray
Snacks and sodas plenty
Two lawn chairs
Coleman light
Loaded on the pier
Disconnect
Shove on out
Drop the anchor here
Forget the time
Let out your line
Enjoy cicada’s din.
Catfish bite
Line slides slow
Then jerk and reel him in.
If they bite
Or if they don’t
It doesn’t really matter
Gentle rocking
Making ripples
Conversation starter
Remembering a special time long ago and wishing we had done it more often. The lake was in the back yard and I was in college. I moved to another state shortly after graduation. Mom is 92 now, or I would still try it again.
© 2011 by Janice D Green
I’m there! Simply put, wonderfully retold, enjoyable. Thanks!
Thanks Terri. I’ve been participating in a “Month of Poetry” and it has pushed me to keep writing a poem every day. This is what I wrote today. I think I need a “Year of Poetry” to keep me writing more.
What a lovely visual poem. I grew up across the street from Lake Michigan, and in the summertime, fishing was a regular after supper activity for our family. Dad and I sometimes fished for catfish in the Pike River. Great memories. Thanks for sharing!
Jean
Thanks Jean. Our whole family loved to fish, but I think Mom enjoyed it the most. She would fish off the shore in our back yard regularly. When they were too small to keep she would say she was feeding the babies. I think fishing for catfish is the most relaxing way to fish of all. The catfish will run with the bait so you don’t have to be in such a hurry to snatch the line and set the hook.
You had me in the boat with you through your writing. Great expressions.
Thanks Marcia. Wish we could all go again sometime. So many memories.