Father

[utopia]

Who He Was

Thinking of the days when he said ‘I love you’

I wonder if you saw what he could really do

To you and me and all of us

Huddling in fear

Feeling so persecuted in our own family tree



Stuck on why and what pursued him

To bring out the belt and fists

Upon a mother’s face

Still he said ‘I love you’



So he was full of anger, and black, black love

And it doesn’t show so much

In your face of agonising lines

Wet with tears we never see



It’s shown in hateful memory of torn ‘I love you’s’

In a twisted battered mind

For when we speak of your ex-husband,

We don’t know who my father was.