My father had gone away
Put the car in reverse
and left us
I walked to Gram’s house
found her inside
still thinking of his mistake
I was nine
Split family
guilt trips
abuse
Gram
I said
can I be here
-M. Taggart
My father had gone away
Put the car in reverse
and left us
I walked to Gram’s house
found her inside
still thinking of his mistake
I was nine
Split family
guilt trips
abuse
Gram
I said
can I be here
-M. Taggart
mtaggartwriter 
Touching and wonderful
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thank you, i hope your day treats you well
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This brings tears to my eyes.
(And especially the first three lines are brilliant. In a way – the poem doesn’t need any more. They say it all.)
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thank you for spreading kindness
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🙏
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Real depth with minimal words is seriously an art! WOW!
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Your comment fuels me. Thank you.
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This kinda stirred something in me… my dad has always been with us… but something about this reminded me of belonging…
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My childhood was complex. Thank you for taking time to read this.
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I hope things work out for you
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Thank you, my life has worked out incredibly well. I am blessed.
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Very touching, Mat.
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cheers
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So deep 😭
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Hello, and thank you for reading
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My pleasure and thank you for following and liking 😊
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