Tattoo - Poem by Joseph Tanner
Finding a link with my dad,
Like no other son of his,
I sit in the chair,
Sweating, awaiting the pain.
My only way to connect,
I was far from what he wanted,
Never knowing I loved him unconditionally.
Through his gambling and drinking,
Missing the rent,
Hoping for that big win to help him out.
Not the finest example of parenthood.
I know deep down, he only wanted the best for us.
Not knowing any other way,
Not an excuse, I know!
Looking from a different viewpoint,
I realise I've learned a valuable lesson in life.
‘WHAT NOT TO DO‘,
Even with all his faults,
I know he'd do anything for me,
Step into a fight without thought.
He'd always look out for me,
Even when I don't know it,
My dad a proud man,
Full of heart,
With tattoos upon his arms,
In defiance of his mum,
He gave his love through ink.
As the needle hits my skin,
Filling the many layers with ink,
I think I've made the connection.
Snake and Dagger,
Like my dad,
Love etched in ink.
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