My Childhood Memories

My childhood was hidden from me.

It was there,

Just under the liquor poison, and arguments.

I can't remember a day without them throwing insults

At each others face,

Or my father leaving,

An my mother sitting on a chair,

Defeated.

Growing up was similar too.

I'd come home from a friends to find you gone,

And my mother sitting on the couch,

With a make up smeared face,

And red eyes.

You hurt her again.

But she wouldn't admit to it.

She'd cover it up,

So I wouldn't worry.

But you came back

Just to do it all over again 3 days later.

For about 10 years of my life,

This is what I came home from school to.

Lies which were eventually found out,

Whiskey emotional bruises,

And yet we all still believed you would change.

 

But now we're a broken family,

Thanks to you.

You're gone;

You're barely my father anymore.

I don't even consider you a part of me.

To me,

You're only a drunk stranger,

Who I pass by everyday to get to where I have to be.

 





Poetry by NorthStar
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Written on 2011-02-27 at 09:07

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sana
I Second John's comment .We are what we are today because of our yesterday..
I will say it as a very good poem , very well expressed ,the sadness it brings touches my heart somewhere..
2011-03-02


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
Written with potent meaning and sadness. I wish a better life for you. But remember, the past makes us who we are - and in your case, so does your poetry. Keep writing, and keep sharing your emotions. You're a true talent.

Best regards,
John.
2011-02-27


NicholasG
I am sure this is a common state of affairs. Sometimes, over time, a clearer picture of cause and effect may appear, but the initial damage is done. A baby, child or an adolescent has far better and more important things to focus upon than parents bickering...
Well written, Thanks
2011-02-27


shells
As you portray, the innocent get hurt to, but your poem speaks of hope woth it's final line, take care.
2011-02-27


countryfog
It seems like all I can say is that this breaks my heart. May yours heal and you find peace as you move on to "where you have to be".
2011-02-27