~ an apparition ~

‘A Father’s Day Reflection’

Some have good memories of a father.

Others have memories they would rather have forgotten. Sometimes we cannot see beyond the one we perceived, the one who failed us as children!

I fashioned as a child an image of a body covered
with a shroud
No ears to hear – no eyes to see – no mouth to
speak
The robe he wore was old and torn with rips and
tears
And if you could see his hair it was long and
untidy
He shuffled with his feet, whispering
defeat
appearing at night in dreams
causing duress
That only a child can dream, receiving little
rest
As I grew up this visitor of the past came less
often
As time filtered through my mind this was
just an –
Apparition of something less divine!

I have written a series of letters called
‘Love Letters To Daddy’ Reconciling a
relationship long forgotten
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