The battle

I remember the day i first ate lasagna.

how could i forget? it's singed into my brain

a very stressful day it was



men were placing glass in our house front as

you stood there looking over them

watching their every move,  breath and glance

almost waiting for them to slip up so they

would get a tongue lashing from you

a very stressful day it was



i played behind you were you told me to

my Polly pocket phone in hand

when you had to feed me

you put on your chain mail and armor

and face like thunder as you sat with me

a very stressful day it was



the new food you put down in front of me was weird to me

all i saw was a big lump of red and white mess.

i didn't like it ,before even tasting it

let alone smelling it , i didn't like it

your jaw set at my defiance

a very stressful day it was



you fought with your morals about shouting at kids.

but a part of you said i was a demon

...not a kid

you started off polite saying i should at least

try it

my jaw set at your forcefulness

a very stressful day it was



i ate a little washed down with milk and a grimace

i nagged like an old woman about how i didn't

like it

you yelled once or twice  but in the end

my puppy dog eyes cracked your

armor and chains

your thunder cloud face drifted apart



you were my normal, well you were never

normal, dad again

your bad temper was throw out with the

lasagna



i still don't like lasagna...

A very stressful day it was indeed.