Crap fatherA Poem by barrywatkinsHis children never met him but, apparently, they all resembled him. And for their part they loved him as they felt they should, secure in the knowledge that he also loved them (from the cryptic and often contradictory messages he provided them with, via certain old blokes, who claimed familiarity with him from back in the day). During his absence, the children suffered horridly and were often ravaged by the great evils of the world. Yet he never came to their assistance, remaining all the while aloof and desperately, achingly loved. What a crap father, holy or otherwise. © 2016 barrywatkinsReviews
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Added on February 29, 2016Last Updated on February 29, 2016 AuthorbarrywatkinsUnited KingdomAboutBorn and bred in England and approaching sixty now. Married, three kids, all pretty much grown up and two have already flown the nest, (can't get rid of number three,) he's far too comfortable. (only .. more..Writing
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