The Forgotten Days of a Father
I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.
Dad and Son
As he walks home in the scorching sun with just a dollar
Shirt torn, ripped in his collar
Painful hands and a scorched soul
A mine worker spending his day in coal
He knows he has to do it for the love of his son
No matter how unthankful, he cannot give up, he cannot be done
His boot is worn, may be a day or two left
A devoted father, proud, but his heart wept
It cuts him deep when he sees his joy without meal
Sometimes he thinks of breaking the law, just to provide a feed
He looks for better, but the streets are tough
Rejected by many, calling him a bum and a scruff
He wants to lay down, he wants to rest in the soil
But when he remembers the smile of his child, he has to go on.
He clasp his hands and closes his eyes
And kneels in the rain with his face to the skies
He whispers a prayer, one of a beggar
He feels exhausted, he needs better
He feels as though he was pushed from the top of a ladder
Now he returns home to his old broken shack filled with water holes
His son runs to him, kisses his dirty cheeks and gives him a tight hold
“Happy Father’s day Daddy, I love you so much.”
He broke down in love, with tears to fill a cup.
He kisses his son and hugs him so dearly
As they both hold hands and walk away, poor but in glory.
© 2018 Clive Williams
