Daddy’s timing misjudged
When dialled his telephone
Left my mascara smudged
When caught me on my own
The ulcer was assumed
Yet rather more sinister
And in near future loomed
A religious minister
It was a winter’s day
When my father called
Toddler at play
Beside me as he crawled
Early in my pregnancy
Spouse at work he knew
Daddy had a tendency
Not to think things through
Left in shock and shaking
But soon a rap on door
There was hesitating
In midst of my outpour
His friend threw her arms round me
Had driven straight when heard
Comfort in shared misery
Did not exchange a word
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