colours were a blur back then, before the War began
the world was grey ~ bundled in arms, given to faces
you didn’t recognise, could you tell who was real
cries for those you knew, unheard in darkest rooms
years passed, at six, she took you back, to share her life
~ with him, who fought with drunken screams, until you
ran away, back to the arms, that held you soft
and there was a silent love
confusion, upheaval, as you were taken ‘home’
~ biological this time, to the father you never knew
knees plunged deep in Europe’s snow, tiny hands
chilled to the bone, sent to chop the wood, with pockets sewn
by the man whose roof you slept beneath, hands could not
be warmed ~ the icy bitter winds, the threadbare coat and
pants, no boots to stop the damp, doing as instructed
curled body, a child that attic slept, did you dream
your cries should have been louder, what were your thoughts
loneliness your friend; a 1930’s scholar, University
was for you ~ that is what your teacher said, but your father
forbade it, no money to be wasted on school
your half sibling, ate his meal whilst warming chilled bones
by the fire ~ the woman who did not give you birth
demanding your meals eaten, on the landing of the stairs
so you sat and watched in silence, without love
a child’s life
should not be like this
a childhood that was yours
I wish you had screamed louder Pop
you didn’t have to scream at all
©jmtacken 9th November 2013
I wish to do my Pop’s life in prose. As this is my 660th post. It may be some time before the next one, as there is a lot of research to be done.
This is an excellent tribute to your dad Jenny, we should never take our lives for granted reading the struggle your dad had. He will be proud.
Thank you Michael, I shall show him tomorrow, yes his struggles were many and more unfortunately to come. I am proud of him…so very very proud.
You have every reason to be. He is living history.
…tears – thank you Michael. x
Old photographs like these make my eyes water..
Hello Darling – yes this photo is the most precious one I have – such a sad lonely looking boy, brings me tears also. x
wow. and what a lovely and sad picture.
Thanks hun, yes this photo is the most amazing one of Pop – the only one of his younger years. The sadness in his face tells us of the life he was living and about to live. xx
Such cruelty cast towards such a small boy. Yes, I admit my eyes are lakes of tears.
A wonderful tribute to your father. ‘-)
Thank you Tess, this man went through so much and now at 86 he goes through hardships again ~ I cried with this. Appreciate your kind words – truly.
So many sad stories so much pain! Beautifully written .
thank you darling – yes indeed, his young life was not a happy one.xx
But it must of improved!
it did eventually – I shall be working on Part 2 tonight 🙂
I look forward to reading it soon. Xx
Wow – I will be very interested in reading his story – I am also a veteran. This is a great tribute, especially as Remembrance Day is tomorrow.
I love that you’re doing this Jen, it’s a beautiful idea as is the poem, sad though it is.
Thank you darling – the 2nd one I really have to think a bit as I am going off snippets that he has told me, unless I get out the recording I took of his life story, where he speaks for 2.5 hours. It is sad ~ he had it tough 😦 xx
*sigh* I should really not type when I’m tired. The idea of writing your Dad’s life is beautiful, as is the poem.
It sounds like he very much did, he must be an amazing man to have come through it. I love that he has told you his story, that’s a truly wonderful thing, even if it’s a rough story.
then you should be sleeping my friend …should you not? I understood what you meant don’t worry. Yes, I agree, it is amazing that he has told me – I wanted a record of it to pass down to my kids kids etc, this is how your Great Granddad lived and began a new life in a foreign country.
Wow this is vivid and heart-breaking story, gorgeously written, deeply deeply effecting
Thank you sweet – this series has seen a few tears on the keyboard.
I can imagine and you can feel the emotion in your words, great depth
thank you so very much x
A wonderful tribute to your father… Life is hard but no child must be left alone without love. The latter past was quite saddening.