My father's gift to me...

I remember father.

He was big, smelly and mean.

Given to fits of rage.

My mother knew them well.

Don't bother his reading.

Don't be loud in the morning.

Belt snaps loud, clearly a warning.

When he left our family the older kids cheered.

I cried for father, despite the fear.

A bad father away from home was good I was told.

Why does he not write?

Why does he not call?

Why do I care?I hate him after all.

Scorned by my father, scarred for life.

Will I take it out on my children and wife?