Ignorance was bliss until
I learned something new
Dad ate great while my brothers and I did not
He went to Grandmas house
Left us at ours with empty cabinets and piddly shit in the fridge
She nourished him. Probably not just with food
I’m glad his Mom took care of him
He needed that
But what about your fucking kids?
Mom wasn’t there physically or mentally
She checked the fuck out too
We fought over cereal
Listen to that again
We fought over fucking food…..
Ain’t that some Shit?
- Author: AmIAPoet-QuestionMark ( Offline)
- Published: May 21st, 2024 16:23
- Category: Letter
- Views: 12
Comments1
Yeah, that's something.
He'll get his share.🙂
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