FROZEN FATHER


Rigid bones, frozen through.
A chillin' thought of you.

Your blank staring eyes
can't see through your own lies,
and I can't get rid of our common ties.

Oh father, you missed out on much.
A nice, warm breeze of a lover's touch.
I guess you missed that way to much.
The comforting ways of a such.

A frozty bench in late December.
A gentle snowfall through a wind so tender.
A forgotten soul rests upon gallons of licker.
He went to dead dark from a filthy flicker.

Oh father I love you, I truly hate you.
I adore you and I utterly despise you.
You were a rigid lowdown sort of good,
but I know you did the best you could.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2008-06-17 at 11:59

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Kathy Lockhart
you show so poignantly the contrasting feelings one can have for a parent who was not perfect by far. You show how one can have love for the position of parenthood but resent the person who holds that position. Sometimes we love and despise at the same time those that should love us with all their heart but fall short of showing that love as they should. kathy x
2008-06-17