Daddy's Room
I have still never seen the inside of the room
Where you spent your winter afternoons
On the floor or on your knees
Mama said it was a part of your disease
But, I could never understand...
When the doors sprang open at times
You stumbled out wet, and screaming for limes
No one in the house would look up or even nod
Mama would whisper, "it's just something he forgot."
But, I could never understand...
The music of Billie Holiday blasting a private concert
I could hear you mumbling and fumbling for every word
When I asked Uncle, about the strange smell
Mama would cut in with, " Tequila, it's the juice from hell!"
But I was so young, I could never understand...
One day a loud popping sound cut through the tunes
It was the first time I heard the silence of my Daddy's Room
It was also the first time I ever saw through your door
Mama said you were sleeping, but I saw the blood and the gun
And you on the floor
I was so young but somehow I knew
It was time to grow up
And time,
To begin,
To understand...
Tony Taylor
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Harrowing and deeply moving.
The repeated line...
...is extremely effective and all the more powerful when it shifts at the end.
There's so much of the adult world which remains closed and mysterious and terrifying to a child's eyes; a closed door is the perfect metaphor for that. So many families; so many childhoods: have those closed doors as a defining feature.
But it is the remit of the artist to throw open those doors and expose whatever lies behind; irrespective of how painful it may be.
It's not an easy thing...but it is necessary. For that, you have my respect, Tony.
Neither is it easy to create a genuine work of art from it. For that, you have my admiration.
An important and necessary work.
J ;)
Hey JASON!!..... it's like you and LARRY teamed up on me and did an indepth review for me....... you know your stuff brother......amd I am looking forward to them .........thanx fr gong the extra mile my friend........LOVE and ROCKETS!!.........T xo. ?✳✴☀
An alcoholic father who was distant and finally pulled the trigger on himself....I can imagine the horror of these all...You ryhme once in a while but I love it each time you do....LOVE and ROCKETS!!
Thanx ROSE!!!....I rhyme a little more than you might think..... but... you're right......my forte' lies in poetic prose........thanx for this girlfriend!!....... Hugs-n-smiles!!......T xo. ?☀✴✳
Hi Tony Wonderful! I remember saying about this write
to you I thought it was great then,you have reworked it
superbly.You are an amazing poet. to rework a brilliant
poem in my mind into a masterpiece pinned!
Love n hugs Debs xo
Yay thanx DEBS!! especially for recognizing the changes and giving me the PIN!!...... miss you sweetheart!!....... hugs-n-smiles!!........T xo. ?☀✴✳♥♥
Tony this is gripping, each and every line kept me hooked!! So chilling, alcoholism and suicide through the eyes of a child...So dark and compelling reading
Lorna xx
Hey Thanx CAIZLEY!!.....appreciate your taking tome with this and giving such a thoughtful comment....... wish I could comment more on your stuff....... from what I've read you're blossoming beautifully........thanx again......... hugs-n-smiles!!.......T xo. ?☀✴✳
Thanks Tony :) x
My Dear Brother Poet Tony,
The "Big Daddy" of all our poetry
Lost his Daddy when he was wee
Our spirits are all now very sad
Finding out about your Dad
Yet his departure made you very strong
The odes you write are sung like songs
They fill our hearts and fill our souls
Forever shall we "you" extol
Peace, Love and Rockets,
Larry xxx
My dear brother poet LARRY!!
You are genius-like in your comments ......there is much to share with you about this write..... suffice it to say it was born in truth....... just not MY father.......thanx so much for the rhyme within....... you're cool....... peace and hair grease........T xo. ?☀✴✳
Very powerful piece of writing Tony.....
poems scribed from the inner soul always carry the most impact.
Hats off.......Mick.
Thanx MIZZY!!...and hats off to you brother poet...... appreciate the insight!......... peace.......T xo. ☀?✴✳
Hello Tony...
This is very real to a lot of kids...
Some kids are locked out of the house...
Some parents stay in their rooms all day and Lord help the child if they knock on the door because they're hungry or thirsty...
Some kids are made to eat two day old oatmeal, it's considered neglect, but not abuse...
Behind closed terror and horror is never seen by outsiders until tragedy strikes and people are shocked...
Great write of awareness of secrets that remain behind closed doors...
Thank you for sharing...
Hugz and Smiles!
Love and Rockets!
Feathers
sad poem i have a few memories of unpleasant stuff too linda
Thanx for relating LINDA!!...... appreciate it my friend!!...... sorry to hear of your past troubles..... helps to write about them sometimes........ hugz..........T xo. ?☀✴✳
My heart sank with this one Tony
to read of such trauma and disturbing events
early in life; adults have a lot to answer for.
Kids are innocent. Leave it that way.
You stirred me up Tony &
this the hallmark of great poetry.
Luv Jai:) ?
Thanx JAI MASTERS!!...... I'll take that as the best of all comments brother....... appreciate it my friend........ cheers!!......... your friend........tony
Wow, amazing work you are a true inspiration to others thank you
Hey Thanx MARYYA!!......appreciate you taking time with this one..... Love the way you spell your name too!! (smiles)........T xo. ?☀✴✳
Wow what great poem I didn't read this poem before I wrote mine called the door to my inner mind and soul the your photo gave me the ida for it I just read your poem wow what great poem I guess you can say I was inspired by the door and your poem wow
Wow! This touched me. I lost a brother to suicide. My heart goes out to this child. His/her soul must be so very old.