Hows Your Father

Our Maureen sits,

At an old kitchen table

She’d say: “I love you,”

If she were able

But she missed her chance,

And took to the bottle

She cried herself sober,

And ran back to her hovel

She ran her hand through her golden brown hair,

And battered her eye lids,

Terry was there

A young driver, 

She was two years his junior,

But he said: “I love you,”

And Maureen’s heart fluttered

Two happy teens,

She found love in his arms

She warmly smiled,

In her eyes there were stars

Her eyes, they made up

A deepened blue sky

In the back there is heaven,

To where she and Terry would fly

Laughing out loud,

How her life could be different

If only her Terry,

Would never leave her

He held her hand,

And gave her a drink

How her heart fluttered

As back she gave him a wink

Blamed for a crime,

He did not commit

It sent him crazy,

To her her heart he gave her a hit

She vowed, by his side

She would forever stand

She warmly smiled,

And held his hand

She wrote him poems,

And lovely letters

He didn’t read them,

Instead he resent them

Maureen just sat,

Crying at the table

Her eyes filled with tears

She took to the bottle

Screaming out loud,

Her life could be different

If only her Terry,

Hadn’t had left her

Now she is forced to find love,

In oneself,

With strain she is stranded,

Her heart on the shelf

She went to the bar,

With her mother and sister

To self isolate,

She went to the bathroom

When she had left,

She looked a new woman

That’s where she met Tony

A sweet look she then gave him

Tony took Maureen to the back of the pub,

And spoke to her softly, before they made love,

Two children later, and they’re still together

But her heart wanders

Away like a sailor

She loves her Tony, although he is nasty

Calls her a “slag,” and bullies her hastily

Not letting Maureen speak, or state her case

So she’s forced to break down,

And drink away her haze

She runs away to the “safety,” of mother

But she isn’t listened

And kicked out by her father

Self negotiating in her fixtured narration,

After years of not speaking,

She’s sees her young Terry

Dries away her tears,

Their love, they rekindle

He takes her to safety

After her father’s funeral

Whispering gently, how now life is different

No longer drinking,

In love, and with Terry

Maureen is settled,

She looks up with a smile

Laying in his arms

She’s content for a while