âDaddy, Mummy, please donât fightâ,
That was my cause every night,
Once I realised that only I could help,
Iâd spend hours waiting to prove myself.
Then one night when I wasnât there,
It happened, you split â was that my fault?
After the bottles had disappeared,
The weekend was a time revered.
Weâd go and do obscure things;
Theme park rides, a shopping binge,
But then the bottles came back,
If we were with you, we had to pack.
We kept on abandoning you â was that my fault?
Then after months of idyllic life,
With everything seeming alright,
It all went wrong, you stopped trying,
Forsook the good parenting, started lying,
When your girlfriend found out,
She didnât really âhang aboutâ.
Not that I blame her â I blame me.
Thatâs it Daddy can you see?
Are you somehow hearing me?
Iâm sorry for whatever I did wrong,
I tried so hard to be a good son,
Iâm eighteen soon Dad, but youâll never see,
Donât feel bad Daddy: please blame me.
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