Learning To HurtA Poem by Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)Father teaching son to be hurtful
Learning to Hurt
I was eating oatmeal,
when my dad came into
the room.
gloom worn into
his tired face.
eyes
cold and burning.
churning mind
bulging.
“You killed my dreams,” he snarled.
“You and your brothers and sisters
slaughtered them all. I work and work
and I stay broke. I run and run
and I’m still behind. It’s your fault.
you should know that much.”
I was eight years old.
bold and happy as a
young bird on his first flight.
doom crawled onto
my smiling lips.
eyes
showing that same
frigid flame.
I laughed.
I took a heaping bite of my oatmeal,
snickered and said,
“I killed your dreams daddy,
and now I’m eating them.”
the look that seized his stare
was worth a thousand harsh
whippings. I only took one.
and through the entire ordeal,
that twisted smile never betrayed
my face.
it still hasn’t.
penned 4/2009
(too much to drink/nostalgic)
© 2009 Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)
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17 Reviews Added on April 13, 2009 AuthorFreder Fredersen (aka Grady)Cleveland, TXAboutI'm as wired as a Kamikaze train wreck dance off in downtown Screamerville! When I write I try to leave this world behind and create a new dimension of words and other fresh organic ingredients. In ot.. more..Writing
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