A vivid childhood memory of my father - a coal miner; he'd had a hard life, and missed out on expressing emotions.


Dad

I sat gazing into the fire
eating bread and butter.

He came and leant over
and spat into the flames,

and I watched it sizzle
until it had burnt away;

but once he had spat
he no longer stayed

© D G Moody 2023





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Written on 2023-03-03 at 17:23

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I have revised this poem. Golden rule - always revise!
2023-03-04


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Every line tells a story.
Regards Alan
2023-03-04


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A very brief poem about a moment in time. The reader cannot but understand the meaning conveyed in those thirty-nine words, and realise that the moment described was just a poignant example of an substandard relationship. These things follow us through life like weights hung from our backs: In time we get used to the weight but never forget why it is there. Great one, Dougie.
Blessings, Allen
2023-03-03


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautiful, vivid, compelling poem. Perfect.
2023-03-03