Random Poems - poem 2

Poem about my childhood regarding my father.

It really wasn't all that bad 

To have a mean, abusive dad 

Sometimes he was nice to me 

Have fun, and giggle, and be free 

Dad was not so kind at all 

Hit and punch me, make me fall 

Dad doesn't understand 

I'm not on the wagon-band 

On the days when life was good 

I never knew my neighborhood 

But sometimes, out I'd go 

For a walk, not in the snow 

When I was just a little kid 

Sometimes I really hid 

Dad was scary, dad was mean 

Dad would shout, and I would scream 

He kept me in so I would stay 

Away from boys, cannot play 

Nary a friend did I possess 

And I had lots of stress 

But here and there 

The routine would tear 

And a day would be nice 

I didn't have time to think it twice 

Daddy just didn't know 

Sometimes I really wonder though 

Was it just a patience thing? 

Or was it me? Ring, ring, ring

Reviews

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Unfortunately, we always believe that we play some part in the abuse exacted upon us by those we love. You write with clarity and honesty ,two elements of good writing. Your opening lines set-us-up but you soon divulge the relationship between father and child. Good write!

FT