Dad

Like a worker ant

I never saw you growing up

Working weekends

Making ends meet

Until she left

Your best friend

You became all to me

Mother and father

No longer a stranger

We held each other

Confirmed love still existed

In this world

Somehow.

© Jennifer Winterburn

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4 thoughts on “Dad

  1. Lovely thoughts. It was my mother who was left behind to become mother and father (who was taken away through no fault of his own) so this poem strikes a chord with me. So good you record these feelings in such a wonderful way.

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  2. Thanks for your kind comments 🙂 Life is hard. I cannot find words to speak aloud, but poetry seems to let me get to the root of a feeling. Thanks again. It means a great deal that others like these poems. I wasn’t sure why I was sharing them, but it’s nice to read that people have enjoyed reading them (that sounds a bit dumb, but maybe you know what I mean?)

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