\nI haven\u2019t really thought
\n<\/span>much about dad\u2019s \u201cstatus\u201d.
\nI\u2019ll survive with him or not.
\nIt\u2019s mum I\u2019ll always miss.<\/p>\n
Rueben tried to play He was too little to realise.<\/p>\n 2. Dad worked in the garage It was my granny who basically Awww now you\u2019re just teasing me. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n remembering the not-so-old days 1. They fought a lot. We knew that. We always thought fighting & staying together was better than ]\\\\\\\\ Separating. So many of our friends endured steps. It didn\u2019t seem worth it. Now I\u2019m not so sure. To be honest I…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":360,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-57602","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57602","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/360"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=57602"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57602\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":57617,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57602\/revisions\/57617"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=57602"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=57602"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=57602"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span>peacemaker tag.
\nAlways putting himself
\nin the middle of their arguments
\nin the hope it might end them.<\/p>\n
\nWeird. For me it\u2019s the reverse
\nMum took off when I was two
\nso my memory of her
\nis somewhere between
\n<\/span>next to nothing
\n& absolute zero.<\/p>\n
\n<\/span>Long hours. Long long hours.
\nWhether because there was
\n<\/span>so much work or simply
\n<\/span>avoiding me, I\u2019ll never know.<\/p>\n
\nbrought me up. Took me to sport,
\nwatched me play, helped with homework,
\neven with girlfriend troubles eventually.
\nAll that stuff. Taught me to cook too.
\nShe was an excellent chef.<\/p>\n
\nBut yes, I\u2019m pretty good in a kitchen.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/23-childhood-300x180.jpg\")
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