The Bone of Night

By Richard L. Provencher

Fri, 19 Aug 2022
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He bumped & bruised as a PTSD

victim on his way up the stairs to our room

after an afternoon of overtime drinking – his

usual fun time – ours was Monopoly.

 

We called him Dad & loved him.

 

He entered with his usual

spiel on philosophy

& how much he loved us

& the challenges of raising

children but we were

not fully understanding & that

added to his strain.

 

 

 

 

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Forever Love
Love

Comments

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

I understand the grief and all that surrounds a family when they have to deal with alcoholism at home from one or both parents. Please continue to love them and pray for them. -Richard LP.

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Thats the thing when we are young, we think Mum and Dad have the Monopoly on reality.

I like this poem.

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you for your kind comment. -Richard LP

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Nolan on

Mine had a bet of a temper and didn't spare the rod. Could never understand why I loved him so. You know Richard alcoholism is hereditary well I've sober for very long. A new life.

All the best & Nolan

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Congratulations on your overcoming &N! It took me 40 yrs to forgive my dad, in my heart - much too long. -RLP

Richard L. Provencher