John Wilken

Wish I Had A Home - Poem by John Wilken

Wish I had a home to run home to
When things go wrong
Like they always do
With a June and ward cleaver
To tell my troubles to
Wish I had a home to run home to.

Daddy was a sailor
Haven’t seen
Since I was three
As I grew they all said
He looked allot like me.

Momma was a user
Hanging out in bars
Five stepfathers
That is going to leave a scar.

Grew up fast and
Got the hell away
All of them gone
Now I’m living day to day.

Scars on my face,
Scars on my mind
All of the pain,
None of the kind
Resentment for the things
I never got to do
Wish I had a home
To run home to.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 11, 2006

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