Father’s Scrawl
brought a picture and hung it on the wall
found a photograph of me when i was small
i turned it over and saw the year –
it was written in my father’s scrawl
and i asked myself,
where did it go wrong
and when did it turn so cruel
brought a dream
and found something that i could never imagine
something that was more,
far more than i hoped for
and in between all the tears, love and laughter
i saw once more my father’s scrawl
on the back of the photograph from a girl so small
where did it go wrong
and when did it turn to cruel
i guess we have just got to hold on
maybe that should be our call
James Garratt – Monday 29th December 2003
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Father’s Scrawl – Written Monday 29th December 2003 (Aged 28)
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