Being Dad
BEING DAD
Two scoops
of French Vanilla
in a waffle cone
and two tickets to an afternoon matinee.
Supper at McDonald’s
A new toy from the mall and
a long ride home.
At the door
his mother waits
with a blank stare on her face.
I wave good-bye.
She hugs him hello and
turns off the light.
I drive away in darkness
Tony Sexton
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Oh my heart.
this is exactly my childhood. 💖
Painful story written well, no schmaltz, just truth.
. . .sorry I didn’t get to comment on the quilt poem. Such a delicious, warming and welcome gift to a reader. Thank you.