Going down to the Clenching

Written by: Catherine Tunke

My father would always clench when he saw me approach,
He knew that I was a disappointment to him,
He’d stamp his foot like treading on a cockroach,
And laugh the laugh you laugh when you see a fat lady at the gym.

I was taller than him, and smarter by half,
And it made him feel a little inferior,
But that wasn’t a good reason to laugh,
He was just nervous for life wasn’t worth living unless you are superior.

Oh I’d shake his hand and say how’s tricks Daddo?
But something died behind his eyes when I held his hand too long.
He’d clench like he was being electrocuted in snow,
And I would be left without a Dad and without a song.