Absent father


He used to take us to Hamleys,

on the few occasions we’d see him,

and buy something small

like that plastic stuff

you blow balloons with

through a straw

and then we’d go on to a restaurant;

I always chose sausages and a coke

a rare treat indeed.

He didn’t really spoil us, in fact

it was probably the least he could have done

but we always looked forward to those days.

It must have driven our mum mad.

well now his absence is for good and I shall miss him

and his rather clumsy efforts at being a father.


by Scooj



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I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my profile...to this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order.

8 thoughts on “Absent father”

  1. Wow. Brutal, honest and poignant–straight from the heart, and the gut. I’ll bet it feels good to write that down.


    If you’d like, I’ll share one of my father-pieces with you.

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