Man Of The House Read Count : 36

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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

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