Love me.....Dad..

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Feb 23, 2017

"I'm not your real dad, anyway!" 
he roared with hate in his eye,
"I already knew!"..I heared myself lie.
My young head exploded! Can't let him see.me cry,
What was he saying? Those words echoed in my head,
but I knew there was truth, in what he'd just said,
because love should be felt, from someone called dad,
but love was a feeling, that I just never had."

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Maria Williams commented:

This is such a sad poem , it nearly brought me to tears. Great work

Cecilia Crasto commented:

Bittersweet, no child should have to be treated this way...beautiful.

Frank Hornby . commented:

Thanks Maria, ...Cecilia,.....I was 14 yrs old when he stunned me with those words.....but I'd always had a strange feeling things weren't right....in a way I was glad that he wasn't my real dad .....weird......glad you felt emotion ...you lovely ladies.....

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