Posted in response to the challenge by my good bloggy friend Andy (http://andytownend.com/2015/11/02/poetry-101-rehab-father/) It’s just a bit of a ditty I’m afraid!
I don’t remember laughing
I just remember tears
the shouting and the arguments
the long, estranged, years
As a child you used to tease me
embarrass me and such
you used to think it funny
but I didn’t like it much
You hated all my boyfriends
and you were probably quite right
but you missed out on my milestones
‘cos all we did was fight
We reached an understanding
when my children came along
we’d mellowed in our ageing
and started singing the same song
But then the illness took you
I was there for that at least
and as I watched you as you withered
I was glad we’d made our peace
Rebooting 
well done…. the writing… and the act…. 🙂
Thanks Jodi!
This is lovely, I never made peace with either of my parents before their deaths, and it’s well past time that I got over it, your words here help, thank you…
Oh thank you. I thought it was a bit tum te tum…. A trap I easily fall into when I’m writing verse!
Wonderful poem, it says a lot. I too am pleased you made peace with your Dad. 🙂
Thank you so much, I’m glad you liked it!