Child of My Father
When I was about twelve years of age it was plain to see
That my father was quite dim not nearly as bright as me
Stupid words and inane sayings embarrassed me to hear
I cringed at what he’d say or do when I had friends near
‘Don’t talk with your mouth half full’; as we ate he’d say
‘Fill the bloody thing’; he’d add with laugh like asses bray
Then came the age twenty one and my eyes opened wide
As I listened to my father now with deep unbridled pride
Wisdom flowed from learned tongue upon my older ears
Amazed at all that he had learned in those nine short years
6th in Contest 'My Parent' by Francine Roberts
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