When Father’s day arrives
like a silent car full of marauding hoodlums
into the calendar of my living days
brass knuckling me against the wall of unbidden memories
I think of you
the gift that never was
and never should have been
friend to all
when the froth of beer was high in the glass
the monster eye disguised by the alcohol glaze and smear of pupil and iris
I will not lament the loss of you
but rather celebrate your removal from this hurting ground
knowing others young will never know
the cruelty of your shameful blows
to heart and soul
not yet grown.


Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

3 thoughts on “THE ABSENCE OF ERNEST”

  1. Val, This is beautifully written… A different perspective on “Father’s Day” for sure. Your words tell a poignant tale of abuse and hurt.

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