'Her Paradise On Paper'

'Father'

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All the verbal abuse I have gone through over years from you.

All the name calling, the bitchy words.
Cling with my mind like leeches
And rips my soul into pieces.
All the slaps I have taken,
But for what?
I was only six.

All yours childish tantrums, angry fits.
We become your stress reliever.
All the broken things in house,
Among them I was one too.
Bleeding with your dagger like insults
Törn between two, heart and mind,
Body and soul.
Mother too obedient to do anything,
Her wings faded long ago.
But for what?

I grew up wondering,
'If that's what a father supposed to be like?"

I did get my answer,
I saw it too late but I saw it  nevertheless.
The true meaning of father.
Through the eyes of my husband,
How he sacrifice, protects and teaches
his own.
How he pours his love and affection.
Yes, affection. His heart is not stone cold it beats for his childrens.

And, No a Child should not fear his own father.

-
Eira White

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