Father's Day is coming soon...write about your father.
no rhyming - poetry or prose
My mom is both to me
There's nothing much to him. Just brown, curly hair; deep, brown, dull eyes; tan, soft skin. He abused my mom, tortured her, isolated her from her family, got her pregnant, then tried to kill me before I was born. He never came around after I was born. I never had a father figure.
So I guess, in a sense, my mom was my "dad" as well as being my mom. She took both roles as her own. And now that she's gone, I lost both parents in one swift motion.