Is There A Daddy in the House?
By kyattaman
Is There A Daddy In The House? Is there a Daddy in the house? For years I hated The drunk Who proclaimed That he was the daddy in my mother’s house I watched in shame As he drove her to work And prayed she would come home without him But she didn’t so I left Nourishing my hatred Into a monument To life Without Restraining orders Shattered doors Screams And bottles poured down the drain Bottles in the basement The garage The dresser The car and the heart Threats and promises unkept Work undone Children unhugged And birthdays Uncelebrated This is a childhood? Don’t the police Or the parents Hear children crying For someone to do something Where is the courage To leave these drunks So I am left With these thought Daddies don’t drink They don’t drive drunk And they give you the love That makes you call them Daddy Without their saying a word So I ask again Is there a Daddy in this house?Family Secrets Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 09:12 AM PST 0 • 10
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