I hate you, Dad, for what you did
To me when I was just a child,
A helpless thing whom you could beat
Until the excess bile was drained.
To me, when I was just a child,
You were God unmerciful
Until the excess bile was drained
And you were once again my friend.
You were God unmerciful,
And I was Satan, Lord of Hell,
Until you were again my friend
And curdled my last drops of love.
And I was Satan, Lord of Hell,
A helpless thing whom you could beat
Until you curdled all my love.
I hate you, Dad, for what you did.
Until you curdled all my love.
I hate you, Dad, for what you did.
I sincerely hope this wasn't your dad???
I wrote a special Fathers Day poem for my dad. I think it's on my site. Cucamonga George. /members/gac91786
Wow dude, Another wonderful and touching poem. Good job, I can totally relate yo.