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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Family
- Published: 03/01/2016
ROUGH FACED INTRUDER
I didn't know
who you were
I was really too young
to know anything.
You were a rough faced stranger
an intruder I came to associate with the night
never around to spoil the daylight glow
of my gentle and nurturing mother.
You would enter the flat
after closing the bar
often missing the streetcar
late when my mother was tired
and I was restless
from afternoon napping, warm bottles,
soiled diapers, and a sucked thumb.
Startled by the creak in the door
followed by the leather sole footsteps
and you peering over the crib rail,
then me crying for my mother's
attention and affection.
But I had to settle for you
holding and rocking me
like I was more precious than anything
you could own or money could buy.
There was no way
I could comprehend
how exhausted
you must have been
war veteran, college student,
hitchhiker, bartender
who at the time
I could not begin to appreciate
how much you struggled for me and mom
pounding the pavement
making ends meet
on each and everyone
of those long ago days.
My Father.
by L DOUGLAS ST OURS
June 2010
ROUGH FACED INTRUDER(L DOUGLAS ST OURS)
ROUGH FACED INTRUDER
I didn't know
who you were
I was really too young
to know anything.
You were a rough faced stranger
an intruder I came to associate with the night
never around to spoil the daylight glow
of my gentle and nurturing mother.
You would enter the flat
after closing the bar
often missing the streetcar
late when my mother was tired
and I was restless
from afternoon napping, warm bottles,
soiled diapers, and a sucked thumb.
Startled by the creak in the door
followed by the leather sole footsteps
and you peering over the crib rail,
then me crying for my mother's
attention and affection.
But I had to settle for you
holding and rocking me
like I was more precious than anything
you could own or money could buy.
There was no way
I could comprehend
how exhausted
you must have been
war veteran, college student,
hitchhiker, bartender
who at the time
I could not begin to appreciate
how much you struggled for me and mom
pounding the pavement
making ends meet
on each and everyone
of those long ago days.
My Father.
by L DOUGLAS ST OURS
June 2010
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