Paternally Challenged
The impression that my father left
are scars upon my face
always chasing losers in the next race
wish i knew what a dad was like
Whisky aftershave
Temper spent
drunk upon the sofa
cuddle broke and beaten
mother crying on the floor
She bought the cards
i never signed
She covered bruises
in unlit rooms
excuses born of desperation
Stairs were never slipped
Doors weren't seen
Father you don't know what it means
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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