Where were you when i was just a boy, when i got my first toy? Where were you to teach me stuff? Morals & norms, mandatory stuff that would enable me not to turn into a cruff*. Where were you when times were rough, to console me or even just to say hush? What about father-son day at school? What did you expect me to do? i felt so ashamed, jealous, i felt so blue... When the other kids used to tell fun stuff about their dad, I had to make things up. What about sex? Who was to tell me the dos and don'ts? Surely not mom, she didn't know how to to bring those stuff to her son. Its a good thing my uncle was there, i guess that's why i love him so dear. But that didn't stop it from happening and now i blame you for all the happenings!! "What Happened?" you now ask, You'll never know!! You should've been there from the start, and now all that's in my past. If i should continue about the things you've caused, It would take me a book to finish that part... I'll never believe any excuse you use, and don't tell me about money, because you had it to buy your booze! Thats how i'll remember you, by the raise of a bottle or a glass and thats where i'll leave you, like an alcoholic beverage on the bottom shelf, like a bad memory in my past. And when all my struggles are over and my success is about to start, giving my 'thank-yous' you won't even be in my thoughts. And when we cross paths I'll ask, "Daddy, where were you?" I hope you answer truthfully and say "Son, in a rum bar.".
By P. Peddie
April 12, 2009.
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