Nothing to Confess

Strangely, I have nothing to confess,
Oh, perhaps when I was younger,
When the temper of an alcoholic father 
Left me cowering in the shadows;
Safe when he did not see me,
Safe when Mom intercepted the anger ~
But that was long ago 
And childhood has faded 
Into anecdotes of bizarre incidents, 
Which oddly are simply amusing 
Now that fear is far away.

childhooddadmemorymomfree verse

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