cartoonist
Dad was fat all his life
Obese
He couldn’t do a lot of things.
Walk without special help
Bathe
Climb stairs
Sit in a normal chair
Drive a normal car
Sleep in a normal bed
And say “I love you, son.”
To draw those words out
of his dad he became a cartoonist,
but that also failed.
And now that his father
was dead,
collapsed face down
on the kitchen floor,
blood seeping out of a head wound,
he struggled to turn him over
on his back
and dipped his finger in the blood
and drew a speech bubble
next to his father’s head
and wrote in it the famous words.
Finally.
“I love you too, dad.”
Sad but believable. Good write.
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Thanks 🙂
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🥺 good write up👆
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Very intense. Love is such a beautiful word that needs to be expressed more and more. Most especially during this horrific and scary time. God bless. Thanks for stopping by Poemattic.
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Like!! Great article post.Really thank you! Really Cool.
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