Letters From Dad

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Words that sometimes get stuck in my head....

Trapped

Where have you gone?
Behind that forced smile and
Tired, lifeless eyes?
Where is the spirit
That used to sparkle and dance
In once-twinkling eyes?
Come... come...
Take my hand, weary soul;
Step forward once more...
This is your time to shine
Together we can fly
Body and soul
United and free
Let's set ourselvees free
Let's soar, once more...

Insight...

I think of you 

With needles in your eyes 

To help you see

Yet you can't see

Have you ever seen?

Will you ever see?

Or do you just see 

What you want to see

Through blinkered

Narrow-minded

Judgemental eyes 

Full of bitterness and self pity?

Will you ever see 

Your mistakes or

Will you always 

Be blind, only able to see 

The next glass of whisky

That might or might not 

Help drown the grief

As a temporary, yet long term,

Measure?

From a safe distance

I can see and

Still, I wish you well.

Dad

Dad

I remember when
You walked across town
Late one night
To shove a letter through my door
Telling me what a failure I am
And always have been.
So I wonder why
Do I still
Miss you...
And I wonder if
You miss
Me?

Day 3 #smallstone

I hear the cat food bowl clinking, but Tabitha is asleep. I tiptoe to the kitchen. The intruder is getting bolder; I catch a glimpse of his button nose and then he is gone, cat flap snapping shut like a wave 'goodbye'.

Day 2 #smallstone

The curtains are open just enough to see that the sky is grey and rain tumbles down. I hear it pitter patter against the window, and see the delicate patterns emerge as each raindrop rolls down, leaving its own unique imprint. I pull the duvet closer around me and the cat groans contentedly. I luxuriate in a few extra moments in bed. Everything else can wait a little bit longer. On days like this there's really no need to hurry...