My Father

She was very, very angry
Making noises in the background
For I was His pet

We stole the stage together
He and I always yet
Collecting tickets to be seen

He played and laughed
Sang and danced
For He was my pet

She was full of angles
Lines intersecting
Never making any sense

He was full of circles
Bubbles floating
Flying in the air around

I never could catch him
She didn’t want me to
Somehow always in the way

He was my rescue
My fantasy from this earth
She was my heartache from which I could not escape

So, we pushed and pulled
All my life
While he drank into oblivion

He died full of circles
Bubbles floating
Flying in the air around

She lives full of angles
Lines intersecting
Never making any sense

I live as His pet
With dreams that
Make me cry

She torments me everyday
Making noises in the background

For I was never Her pet….

 

Todays best new poem was written by Holly P. Moore.

 

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2 thoughts on “My Father

  1. This really describes your relationship between your mother and father. You’ve captured their personalities with your words. Very good imagery.

  2. I love this poem. It reminds me of my childhold relationship with my mother. I like the way you chose your words to describe each parent. Good Job!

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