All this stuff inside my Christmas stocking
~
All this debris from my father's nomadic life,
Paper and pens from trade shows
Diminutive packages with tiny soaps
And shampoos and toothbrushes from hotels
Little plastic magic tricks wrapped in shrink-wrap
Short pieces of metal bound together in clever ways
Brain teasers to be untangled.
The man I call Daddy,
Who takes me away and makes me feel awe
And love and terror;
To do or say the wrong thing would take away the sense of security we are inventing here out of necessity~
I'm crying because I want to go back to my mum's house
For some reason, my dad is crying for the same thing.
About the Creator
Kodah
- Storyteller, Love/Romance, Poetry, Dark, Mental health, Psychological, Surreal, Nature, Mythical
~𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹~
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Comments (9)
heartbreaking and very sad
This is heartbreaking
Nicely done Kodah! Good depth of emotion.
This is so sad 🥺 I’m so sorry Kodah. Brilliantly done!
And that's why I always say that not everyone should be a mother or father. I'm so sorry this happened to you 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Wow great poem. Deep meaning here. Well done 💜
Excellent story telling! Nicely done Kodah🙌
Oh no. I thought it was going to be cleaning out after he died but turns out differently and more sad. Nice job and the photo is perfect. 👏👏👏👏
That last line hits like a gut punch. Great snapshot of pain and beautiful poetry.