My father would always clench when he saw me approach,
He knew that I was a disappointment to him,
He’d stamp his foot like treading on a cockroach,
And laugh the laugh you laugh when you see a fat lady at the gym.
I was taller than him, and smarter by half,
And it made him feel a little inferior,
But that wasn’t a good reason to laugh,
He was just nervous for life wasn’t worth living unless you are superior.
Oh I’d shake his hand and say how’s tricks Daddo?
But something died behind his eyes when I held his hand too long.
He’d clench like he been electrocuted in snow,
And I would be left without a Dad and without a song.
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David Wakeling (
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There is something about feeling inferior that does not make for a good connection in a relationship. A poem that is very relatable even though I felt the other way around with my father. Very nice David
You're lucky to have a good relationship .I guess its a lottery with your parents.Thanks for commenting
It is a inferiority complex which many have I think because they see something in the other person they wish could be but never will be, nicely expressed
Yes it can be handicap.Thanks for your insight
You are very welcome
Excellent write David
Excellent comment Tony36
You're welcome
Hello David,
An awfully sad poem really. Like the prodigal son returning to be greeted by the cold handshake of a jealous father. No song to sing, indeed and yet out of the coldness, a poem, perhaps cathartic in its expression and an easing of the mind in its publication. I sincerely hope so. An honest poem and one worth reading.
Wishing you the very best,
Tony,
Yes it certainly is sad topic. Thank you for your insight.Mucho appreciado
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