(For the girl who haunts my dreams still)

Dear Daddy,

Not that you'd care, but

All that I wanted 

was to make you proud

But, I was too stupid

Too fat

Too loud

All you ever did 

was bring me down

I was your scar

Your permanent frown

I was your verbal punchbag

In your whiskey fuelled state

Never felt like your child 

Just a vess...

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1941

Before the war, Dad would snore

After his shift & a few beers

On the floor, on the couch

The big, lazy slouch

Mam would just roll her eyes

(Give him a sly dig)

Clootie pudding on the table ready

For when his eyes opened slow & steady

He never spoke of 'The Great War'

Of which he had scars to bare 

But sometimes his eyes would well

In rem...

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I struggle without hands

Have no mouth, to speak of

And my eyes avert.

I itch and blotch, 

And the radiance of the sky

Illuminates my sheer loneliness.

Darkness can't come soon enough

'Though I fear my blanket will

one day

become the soil of my grave.

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(for the little girl who haunts my dreams still) 

Dear Daddy,

Not that you'd care, but

All that I wanted was to make you proud

But, I was too stupid

Too fat

Too loud

All you ever did was bring me down

I was your scar

Your permanent frown

I was your verbal punchbag

In your whiskey fuelled state

Never felt I was your child 

Just a vessel for...

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