He stayed,
Oh My Lord
He stayed...
We hung out at my house,
Went for a walk to get air together
My younger brothers came running to us
Dad flipped out again and went for a drive...
My instincts took over, my brothers were all I saw
As I comforted them while we walked home.
He helped me make dinner for us
He rubbed my back as I sat with my head in my hands at the table
He held me without judging as I quietly cried and pushed my hands from my face so he could see me
He was my comfort
And he stayed through the mess my father created.
Comments1
simple immersive subtlety:
showcased, in all its poetic beauty..
thanks for sharing, a great read
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