Man Of The House Read Count : 188

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When daddy called it quits

There I was, the man of the house. 

At four years old, I took the hits

Too young to articulate my doubts. 


The words found their way into conversations

So much so I thought it was my name. 

Why was everyone sitting around and waiting 

For me to grow before he who gave the shame?


My mother never uttered the words

But I heard her praying in my sleep. 

Was I a terrible child because I wanted to play

Instead of sacrifice youth to housekeep?


I am a man now and the expectations are the same

But to a much higher degree than before.

And I still hear the voices proclaim

I should sacrifice my own for the shoes my father wore. 

Comments

  • Aug 13, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    A tragic set of circumstances 🦋robbed of your childhood through no fault of your own and yet being held responsible You are to be commended for getting this far 🦋tragic story 🦋great writing 🦋🦋

    Aug 13, 2019

  • Aug 13, 2019

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