The Chain

[Jerrybaldy]

Daddy, oh my Daddy.
Your letters run through me
in peppermint rock,
in Polaroid monochrome,
you wink through time and well thumbed album.
You know you will do me wrong.

Daddy, oh my Daddy.
Did I let you down?
Still needed
though no longer here.
I carry your name,
yet still I yield to fear.

If I lose my head
whilst all around kept theirs,
then I shall not be a man,
your son,
with legs
equipped to run.

I see you when I am shaving,
when I kick a ball
to the son of your son,
along our memory lane;
another f ucked up link
in this never ending chain.

[Delta40]

Omg another Long Lost Family tear jerker. I canna take it!!! Moving poem Jerry (where are the aloe vera tissues?)

[Jerrybaldy]

by the paracetamol, next to the tic tacs, under the receipt, beside the c ock ring, on top the AA batteries, next to the fire, on top of the toast, last time I saw them.

[Hawkman]

Yes, this is a good one JB. Very expressive of the heritage dilemma. I think we all go through this in front of the mirror when we get to a certain age. Heredity is a b1tch isn't it! Are we responsible? Condemned to reiterate the sins of our fathers? Some of them, perhaps. Ever decreasing circles, fractals and all that...

Good read!

Live and be well - H

[Jack of Hearts]

The chain from father to son to grandson, with the son ruminating about his existence about being 'another ****ed up link.'

Loved the tip to Rudyard Kipling in verse 3.

Presumably, the son knows he will 'do [his son] wrong' as well, as necessarily must to keep the chain going. That's the heartwrench, right there- we empathize with the man as he plays with son, all the while imagining he will perpetuate some hurt into him, some hurt he himself knows too well.








J

[Jerrybaldy]

I enjoyed Rudyards bit the best too :D

[Jack of Hearts]

Tsk tsk. Not best. That mofo is dead, so he loses. JB 1 RK 0.





J

[Jerrybaldy]

Now you have brought it up being alive is a bit of a winning situation. F uck you Shakespeare. Havent seen you post in a while. Loser. Loser. Double Loser. Your Mum works in McDonalds. Screw you multiple Gods, no postings in millenia. I am walking across your swimming pool. If it wasnt for the believers what the hell would we have to rebel against.

[Jack of Hearts]

Lol






J

[Delta40]

Oooh! what's the score now?

[angliholic]

So sadly true
struck a chord in the depth of this reader's heart

Great ink, JB

[Jerrybaldy]

Thank you Ang.
Delta, its a score draw. Think the long game will prevail.

[zoolane]

Inspired poem for the love of father to son I hope. Trust me, my girls who what in heredity from me. I dread to think.

[AuntShecky]

This is sort of the male version of the Sylvia Plath poem about her
Daddy, and just as heart-felt.

This computer is driving me nuts. (Or nuttier, since I've already been there
for decades.)

[Haunted]

Brilliant title, suggestive of a physical chain and the idea of something inescapable...family name, genes... the love-hate some feel about their parents, unfortunately, but so relatable.