my first introduction to piracy
as a young lad
was that my father drank grog
one shot of old crow
a couple more splashes
of lukewarm tap water
always on the rocks
swirled around once
and downed in a single swallow
i wonder if he drank
when i wasn’t around
but didn’t know how to ask
and really, how do you
ask your father if you’re the
reason he drinks?
and i haven’t seen
or heard from my father
since i was 18
but i know he stopped drinking
when i was 7
and i wonder who it was for
selfishly, of course
i’d like to think it was for me
but i know better now
and it may not be his fault he didn’t
know how to be a proper father
but it hurts just the same
- Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 25th, 2020 00:07
- Category: Letter
- Views: 30
Comments2
My dad had four boys so of course he drank. I'm sorry yours didn't stick around. I enjoyed your reminiscences and sharing your feelings. A poem with raw yet controlled emotion is a lovely haunting thing. Thank you.
Thank you for reading my work, and the condolences. I’ve resigned myself to quite a few things about my father, while also realizing none of those are my fault. It’s a mix of cathartic and melancholy to write about him.
The boy has a hard time separating the pain of hurtful parents....... you write so well...........
Some things are easier said than done, even with poetic license. Thank you for reading so much of my work and leaving such kind and encouraging comments!
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