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What can I say about my Dad,. Was he strict with his boy,. Just a tad,. Never dared answer back,. Let alone would I swear,. came home once with green dye in my hair,. Only took the one look,.
Stetson woke up sweating, convulsing uncontrollably, pale as the snow he dreamed of. It had been the same nightmare each sleep since the accident.
Father, I have failed you for 30 years, Forgive me, father, all my sins Father, You left me alone when I was 10 And I have prayed every night since then Father, I beg you to guide me now, for Life...
Leave alone the cocaine son, always stick with the speed. And if you feel like getting drunk, then boy go smoke some weed. Masturbate and fornicate, but keep your tackle clean.
Follow your heart dad always says. Do what's best for you is his daddy advice. I'll support you however I can. I want to be the dad you missed out on. I know you're grown up.
There once was a boy named Izzy Who always happened to be busy Building a spaceship to fly by the stars The moon, the milkyway, some aliens, and Mars A Space Cowboy, he wanted to be Like his Dad, His...
So my dear opussians I take to camping tomorrow morning. So I'll keep this short and hopefully not boring. A family holiday. It's what is needed they say. Camping for a week.
Dear diary, Luke didn't show up. Again. Really thought he'd come around to the idea of having a father. That's gratitude for you I suppose.
Dear dad I know it's been about two years in the making but here's the letter you asked me to write about my feelings and what's on my mind.
Me and My dad haven't spoken properly for about 15 years or so now even though he lives with me. About 3 years ago, he asked me why I never speak to him.
I was the Sargent majors son I was Public enemy number one Other kids in the army school Used to get so mad they would drool With hate or fear of my dad Because of the power he had His job was to...
All my life I have yearned to hear those words. The words slip off my fathers lips, that would echo in my ear, and penetrate my soul.
The man was older than the last time we met, and there was a moment when I heard his voice for the first time in almost a year. It was like meeting him for the first time.
Note - This is an over-lapping story to my previously published story called "Oak". Although not a direct follow on, it may have more context once you have read that.
He breaths the glory of life to young lungs A gift brought today for a Dad and a Mum, A gift that’s so precious and welcome this day. Only to grow older and just get in the way.
Daddy is it true that when you were little, just like me there were birds and bees and butterflies and fishes in the sea.
If I close my eyes I can still hear your voice Words of wisdom giving me no choice Always right wish I had your knowledge Should have done better at school should have gone to college Kind and gentle...
My dad wrote this for my brothers jake (18) for his 13th birthday.My dad is a bit of poet. So enjoy.
My father always said to me the eyes are windows to your soul, A quite ironic quote for him, for one who's eyes so blue and cold.
I cry and cry and cry. I'm not trying to be selfish, but why didn't I know. My own mother... I stand up and throw my pillow at the wall. "No, no , no!!!!!!!!!!" I scream.
"London's not ready for me yet" A naive statement which should have went, "I hope I'm ready for london" Today I went to London to see my dad in hospital, he is recovering from a heart attack.
A life born into unknown darkness. I was your only son. Inherited your hopes and fears. Became your chosen one. Generations of family demons. Gathered around my bed. Whispering passed on failures.
You're all strung out on disillusional thinking As the Government subsidizes these laboratory high rises with new prescription chemical surprises You continue to hide your true self behind those...
Today I'm going to be spending one of those extremely rare moments.....a whole day alone with my teenage son. "What's so unusual about that?" I hear you ask.