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May 2019
Dad
We used to stand in our tiny kitchen
You would make jokes and I would listen
We’d talk about my friends, people and god
I would be captivated and you would patiently nod

You cooked up the best food, curries and salads
I watched and observed and sometimes sang ballads

We’d go on drives to our local store
Listening to music, It doesn’t happen anymore
I’d jump out the car while u sat and waited
I’d pick the best chocolate while you stayed seated

Then we’d go home and I would make tea
We’d sit on the sofa and stare at the tv
I miss you so much but you’re not even dead
Parents get divorced and now your enjoying someone’s else’s bed
Don’t get me wrong, I love your new wife
but I’m sad that you decided to change this life

Now I lay in the bed of my childhood house
You’ve decided to sell it and move in with you’re spouse

I don’t expect you to understand but I miss you with mum
I know you deserve love but I can no longer trust anyone
dad got re-married and moved away
Farah
Written by
Farah  19/F/England
(19/F/England)   
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   Suzy Berlinsky
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