Yes He Is the one Called Dad But Dad He will Never Be

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
the real title of the poem is:Yes, He Is the one Called "Dad": But Dad, He'll Never Be
the reason this title is not putas the title is because booksie.com said "Bad Title Format"...so I had to change it...
-a shortened version of what it is like to go through a divorce at a young age
-a shortened version of what it is like to be young and growing and forming relaionships with parents
-a shortened version of what a step-parent could possibly be

(for those who read: Bubbe is yiddish for Grandma/Grandmother)

Submitted: December 21, 2010

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Yes, He Is the one Called “Dad”: But Dad, He’ll Never Be
 
five years old and the news hits you
like the pain of a smack on the face
or whip of a fathers belt on your tushy
even though your knew it was coming
even though you prepared yourself
for the blow
 
you had just started to reach out to him
the one called “Dad”
when the sights of packing his stuff came
and the visits to your Bubbe’s on the weekends
just to see him
there, your reach stopped
for you were almost rejected
for he was distant and remote
and your arms were too short
 
months later
he picks you up
as usual but drives to an unfamiliar apartment complex
awaiting in that second floor, two bedroom apartment
was your future step-mother
the future wife
of the one called “Dad”
introductions made
as fishiness and ominous clouds fog your stomach
 
now that he has a substantial home
you see
the one called “Dad”
for a week, every other week
 
he picks you up
as usual but drives to an unfamiliar place, an unknown house
with car talk of pets; bunny rabbits or dogs, hamsters or guinea pigs
pull into the drive with thoughts of getting a bunny from a friend
of the one called “Dad”
instead
awaiting in that unfamiliar place, an unknown house
was your future step-mother
the future wife
of the one called “Dad”
 
sooner than you thought
that wedding you wish you had stopped
happened
 if only that October never came
just stayed September forever
 
you were hurt
pained,
emotionaly abused
by that woman
your step-mother
the wife
of the one called “Dad”
 
it was as if she was a middle or high school student with you
the way she abused you and hurt you
with looks
comments
and utter joy in the annihilation
of you life’s happiness
 
every time you saw him,
the one called “Dad”
every time you saw her,
your step-mother,
the wife of
the one called “Dad”
they bit,
snapped their fangs so hard
just the thought inflicted pain
a fight occurred even when you were silent,
wishing you were invisible or they saw who you really were
and all your irreplaceable wealth
 
now she’s gone
out of the picture forever but still…
 
the wounds too deep,
still open
the scars too visible,
too sore
for you were young and reached far and hard, with all your might,
bravely but all the while timidly, hesitantly
eventually your reach stopped
for you were almost rejected
for he was distant and remote
and your arms were too short
for while your mind was forming, changing, becoming mentally tough
he yelled at you
fought with you, showed disapproval of the real you
inflicted inerasable scars
for he let a woman who mentally abused you
in you life, for almost seven years
 
yes,
he is
the one called “Dad”
but Dad, he’ll never be


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