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My Dad

My Dad My dad, he tried acting My mum said he was a fool My dad liked laughing My mum said he was embarrassing My mum taught me to hate him My sisters backed her up My brain was washed by them My dad didn’t have a chance My dad stayed with his family My dad went to work everyday My dad paid for grammar school My dad never got any thanks My dad fought the Japanese My dad never hurt anyone But my mum my sisters, brought him to his knees. David Cox 15/05/20

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Date: 5/15/2020 9:04:00 AM
Powerfully penned! The poisoning of perceptions, they can have awful and enduring consequences. Heartfelt, poignant poetry. ~mo
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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart
Date: 5/15/2020 9:45:00 AM
I see that in my family too, and the generational fallout. Have a great day Dave, xomo
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Dave Cox
Date: 5/15/2020 9:40:00 AM
Thanks, it came to me this morning and left ten minutes later. I've thought about my dad for last thirty years since he died, misunderstood, ridiculed and metaphorically beaten. Labelled by his family as so many are labelled today. Thanks for your comment.