Sunday Evening
Sunday evening
The needle strikes the vinyl and the music haunts my ears
Dads favourite
About a boy called 'Charlie'
A tale of a boy about to lose his father
His mentor
His guide
'What will I be when I'm a man' he asks his dying dad
Tears streaming down my face as dad slides the record back into its sleeve
I am young and have no idea what kind of man my dad is
But I know I don't want to be Charlie
Copyright © Lucy Harley | Year Posted 2018
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