As Was Then

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
Oh daddy,
but he wasn’t daddy at all,
though he was.


There was spittle on his red chin,
she was little,
as she was then.


It was years since he died
yet they were together again.
She wishing for a father,
he grabbing her hair and jerking.


©November 2019, Christina Anne Hawthorne

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