The House Was Not a Home #Writephoto

Derelict  dad avoided the chore

He had more fun at the house next door

Couldn’t fix the pipes, the paint, the roof

His love had left, our home was proof

House not a home, just a war zone

Wills at odds, nasty tones

Broken down from the base to jetty

Called each other mean and petty

Sharp points flew from hinges rotten

No nook to hide for the little misbegotten

©2017 E. R. Smith

 

Author: Liz

An early childhood educator for years, entering into new realms of possible. Sharing what I've come to know and eager to learn what's needed. A life long learner with a heck of a journey ahead.

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