“Dad, do you still have a shredder?” She asked,
“Yes” I said.
“If I bring some documents over,
Can you please shred them for me?”
So over they came,
A huge bagful.
I started shredding,
Just shredding, not reading,
But as I was doing it
I saw the odd title to letters.
‘Separation agreement’,
‘Divorce Settlement’.
The thought struck me
As each sheet became pieces
That it was like her life was being broken,
Her life was being shredded,
As each page of her life
Went through the shredder.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Our daughter is moving house and needed to get rid of a great deal of stuff. This thought went through my mind when she asked me to shred a lot of documents for her.
- Category: Reflection
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Some mornings i awake feeling like a shredded document. Love the thought and sentiment within your words. Strange isn't it that using a shredder is somehow very satisfying. It must be a similar feeling to how the army barber feels when new recruits arrive.
Thanks b-e.
A fine write G/F. I suppose we could say - there goes my life, good or bad things, as we shred papers, etc.
Very true Orchi.
The shredder - sad but satisfying - good read.
It can be so Michael. Thank you.
Sometimes, G/F, it takes a shredder to clean up our lives. Great poem, like it!
It may well do Fred. Thank you for reading.
bless you and you daughter at this emotional time for you both. the disappearance of the letters wiping away the memories your daughter doesn't need so she the right thing and at least now you are aware of her thoughts. sentimental write my friend.
Thanks Kevin. We are blessed in that we can talk of almost anything.
I can imagine how you felt my friend - to see a loved daughter's past life in shreds must be dreadful indeed.
She will be moving on to a new life and hopefully a better life. Thanks Fay.
As dads, all we can do is be there for them as they make their way through life, making the mistakes that come with gaining wisdom. Kudos on this fine presentation that expresses it so well, Goldie!
Very true Louis. All we can do is help them to the best of our ability, to always be there for them and of course to love them.
Great write
Thanks Tony.
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