A day in the life of a father............
“I HATE YOU, I WISH YOU WERE DEAD”
Very harsh words when suddenly said,
From the mouth of a girl that you thought had grown up,
After years of your nurturing and unconditional love.
The sentence itself is enough to kill,
With the same effect as a cyanide pill,
The first three words stop and numb,
The following five are a blast from a gun.
Hate; dislike somebody or something intensely,
A tiny word that can hurt so immensely,
From a strangers mouth just a grain of salt,
But from first born blood causes the heart to halt.
Yes I know that she is only a child,
Perfectly normal for her to act wild
But at eighteen years old and all grown up,
Those words from her mouth give the deepest cut.
Maybe not meant? Just a shot from the hip,
A verbal stumble or an angry slip?
But how would it be if I went to my bed,
Then the very next morning she found I was dead?
Would she be delighted? Dance on my grave?
Or take it all back for my life to be saved?
Imagine the impact on her very young soul,
If the words she spoke achieved their goal!
The moral of the story doesn’t have to be said,
Just try to remember when you lose your head,
Not to wish harm on your temporary foe,
Because on your conscience it could possibly go!
Great read and a word so easily misused.