Memories of Mum and Dad

Memories of Mum and Dad long poem

Where are they now, these people who loved me?
One of them is dead and the other might as well be.
He died early and she’s waiting for the devil to ring her.
I don’t think of them often, but these memories linger.

Six foot five, full of Guinness and fight.
Five foot four, full of vinegar and spite.
Belligerent bully with fists of iron.
Constant critic without a shoulder to cry on.
These things were normal to a six year old boy.

Long distance Dad on jobs shifting steel.
Driving his Volvo, almost asleep on the wheel.
Missing Mum on part-time shifts at the local.
Tending drunks on her own, getting angry and vocal.
These things were normal to an eight year old boy.

Gatling gun volleys of verbal violence.
Prolonged periods of insidious silence.
Repeated outbursts of furious feuding.
Ensuing intervals of black-hearted brooding.
These things were normal to a ten year old boy.

Acid accusations of adulterous assignations.
Desperate denials of flirtatious fascinations.
Rushed relocation of besotted betrayer.
Lust fuelled lies of a selfish strayer.
These things were normal to a twelve year old boy.

Countless beatings with his belts or their buckles.
Pointless arguments resolved with a slap or his knuckles.
Her off the scene, set up home with her lover.
Divide up the kids, setting brother against brother.
These things were normal to a fourteen year old boy.

Staying out of the house to miss the projected rage.
Stand up for yourself, you’re a man at this stage.
Never show your fear, put away your emotion.
You’re not welcome here, find a place of your own son.
These things were normal to a sixteen year old boy.

Where are they now, these people who loved me?
One of them is dead and the other one should be.
I planned their deaths so many times in my mind.
Putting them out of my misery, to myself I’d be kind.
These thoughts are normal for a fifty year old boy.

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The editorial board of HoP after reading this verse can safely say only this much – we are sure we will soon run out of words of praise for your brilliant writing @robjmann!

Editorial Board

It has been some time since we heard or read anything from you @robjmann but when we introduced this section of the Editors’ picks we knew that this piece of brilliant writing had to be a part of the collection that we are so proud of. The relationships that make or break you have been so poignantly, yet honestly , captured by you in this verse one learns to empathise with the child- man who went through life living with the chaos. We are sure our readers will feel the same way and will yearn to read more from you, just as we do, Do write in !


I drew in my breath from begining to end. What more can I say, this was so a very sad and realistic poem for some and brilliantly writen.


Painful memories and longing…this poem is brimming with that….


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