Poetry: Dad (true story)

Poetry: Dad (true story)

 

he was much taller
towering over me
closely behind him
in his foot steps
taught me to work hard
taught me to eat good
taught me to play right
closely behind him
in his foot steps
learned how to drive
at a young age
learned how to drink
like a funnel
closely behind him
in his foot steps

 

he walked in the garden
slue footed was he
stepping in his foot prints
slue footed would be me
died of liver cancer
drank himself to death
closely behind him
in his foot steps

 

he never stopped drinking
till it caught up to him
dad died drunk at 58
brother died drunk at 30
my sons started drinking
closely behind me
in my foot steps
stop the bleeding
quit drinking at 35
my own foot steps at 62

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Jamie, Bandit and Billy in 2005

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2 thoughts on “Poetry: Dad (true story)

  1. I like it. At first the poem made me really sad because it IS really sad… A family trapped in a vicious cycle but in the end you triumphed and broke the cycle.That’s amazing. It really is.

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