Dad

Dad

A Poem by Sharon Kinsella
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I learned to dance by standing on the toes of his shoes while he moved.

I learned to read, sitting on his lap, reading the paper until he told me I was too old to sit on his lap anymore.

I learned to win with a drunk, debating with him about Greek and Roman philosophers when I was a young teen and it was late in the night.

But the most important thing I learned from him is to hate at the end of his fist, until all 90 pounds of me knocked his drunken a*s down the basement stairs.

I left him to learn from these words "If you ever touch me again, you drunken b*****d, I'll kill you.  I'll hate you until the day you die."

I learned to never take any s**t from anyone.

© 2011 Sharon Kinsella


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from victim to kick a*s~ powerful~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

pow , powerful

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Sharon Kinsella
Sharon Kinsella

lakewood, OH



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