Set in the 30’s and 40’s coal mines and poverty, tin baths and coal fires.

 

Familiar steps outside the door

The thud of his feet as he stamps the floor,

Turn of the key in the front door lock

His weather worn face an emotion less  rock.

Ma anticipates always the worst , up from her chair avoiding his curse.

Where’s the hot water I need my bath ,

I’ve been working all day so my family wont starve

A Man deserves the respect of this house

Stop snivelling Boy what are you a mouse?

Pa cant you see all I want is your love

 I try to be good and I try to be tough,

If only you’d life me and ruffle my hair

 Say I’m your Boy that you’ll always be there

There are times when alls cheerful happy and good

Laughter rings out just as it should

But to count the good times and count the Bad

So  many memories so many sad.

Now I am grown the seed is now sewn

Soon there will be a Babe of our own

Oh Pa Oh Pa if you could just see,

 The Pride in my heart

Did you have it for me?  

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  • ken bultman on Jun 25, 2009

    Nice poem, plaintive question at the end.

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