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, tip toeing into new realms of possible. Entering into the world of writing; a skill I had hidden in the closet for years. Considers all advice a life lesson so feel free to share your thoughts. View all posts by Liz