Wendell Hockaday Poet Lyric

I Remember

I remember walking to sxhool cold with a cheap jacket, I remember going to bed hungry 
cuz we just didn't have it; I remember being jumped and beat up because I was handsome 
Hock, I remember fighting back and making the beatings stop; I remember watching my 
little brothe and not knowing what to do, he had been burped, fead, and changed what else 
could I do? I remember being left alone in the house and being really, really scared, thats 
why now I'm grown and alone I leave the t.v. on and sleep in a chair; I remember my dad 
left and was around 12, He might not have been a good father but I still needed and missed 
him like hell!

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Sara Kendrick December 14, 2009 at 4:58 PM You have soup mail. Sara

Carol Sunshine Brown December 14, 2009 at 3:37 PM As I am sitting here reading your wonderful poetry today, I would like to thank you Wendell. First I would like to thank you for writing and sharing your poetry (whether one poem or a thousand) here at PoetrySoup.Second I would like to thank you for all your kind comments to me and to all the other excellent poets also. I wish you all the best in life and in your writing endeavors in 2010. Love and blessings to all, Carol

Sara Kendrick December 14, 2009 at 3:20 PM Sad write that you have presented here. There are many children that suffer the same situation in life. I hope that your adult life is better if this is real and not a topic. Keep the creative and magical pen flowing. Sara