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Fearful

May 12, 2018 — Leave a comment

It was hard,

Watching my Dad

Staggering home from the pub,

Up the dark

Orange lit shadowed Street,

From our dusty greased window,

Two stories up,

Looking down,

Knowing,

When the key slipped into the lock

And he came through the door,

Into the house,

My life would never be the same,

Again.

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Peace Through Heavy

January 31, 2017 — Leave a comment

stacking-pub-glass

Another Friday night, I walked into the pub,

To meet my Dad who was cradling

A pint of Heavy,

And using his other hand

To prop up the bar,

With his eyes fixed on the Glasgow sawdust.

His swaying difficult to discern

But I could see it.

 

“Time to go home” I said.

Looking up he grinned “Hello son, want a pint”

And I had to decide,

Whether to stay and swallow a few,

Or to put his arm around my shoulder

And walk him home through the night time headlights,

And the rain,

And watch my Mum scream and throw a tantrum,

Which is more hellish than watching my Dad

Stagger.

 

So I ordered a pint and a Glenfiddich

With a splash of water,

And when my Dad looked at me

And lifted his pint,

He said “Cheers”

And how many beers

We had after that

I can’t remember,

And when I got home,

And how I got home

I can’t remember

So the night was a success

All round.