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Father
Little lies to comfort me,
And paint the canvas bright with pride
Long tales of battles won,
Choices made and what you’ve done
A pat,
A sigh,
A so long and
Wave goodbye
Who are you
(C) 2013 XMAR82 all Rights Reserved
And paint the canvas bright with pride
Long tales of battles won,
Choices made and what you’ve done
A pat,
A sigh,
A so long and
Wave goodbye
Who are you
(C) 2013 XMAR82 all Rights Reserved
Published 24th Nov 2013
| Edited 3rd Feb 2017
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Anonymous
24th Nov 2013 10:51pm
I can relate to this poem since
I don't have a relationship with
my father, and even though I have
been around him or we've talked on
the phone, we never formed a bond.
Like you, I don't feel I even know
him, and the things I do know, I am
not too impressed with him at all.
I don't have a relationship with
my father, and even though I have
been around him or we've talked on
the phone, we never formed a bond.
Like you, I don't feel I even know
him, and the things I do know, I am
not too impressed with him at all.
25th Nov 2013 1:21pm
I didn't have a relationship with him because he was out of the picture pretty fast and I was still very young. I did inherit his drinking abilities though.
Anonymous
26th Nov 2013 3:33pm
Sorry to hear that, but you can always
overcome anything if you're willing to,
and break the cycle....
overcome anything if you're willing to,
and break the cycle....
1st Dec 2013 8:19pm
I stopped a long time ago unfortunately my son picked it up. So the pain goes on.
