Misunderstood Childhood Poem by Phil Soar

Misunderstood Childhood



I don't remember my dad hugging me
I don't remember things when I was three
I don't remember being loved that much
Seems mum & dad were sadly out of touch

Of course that's my assumption, I'm not sure
About too much of childhood anymore
I'm getting to the point where memories fail
My mind is close to land, about to sail

I hope my children share my sense of living
I've always shared my love, been good at giving
Not like my parents failed to do with me
I miss them now and need them both to see

It doesn't take too much to give and share
It doesn't hurt to show how much you care
It hasn't had an impact on my existance
Even though they loved me from a distance

Saturday, November 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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