Dear Roger

When Mum first presented you I thought you were a prick.

Your attempts to buy me off with a Metallica C.D. demonstrated your patheticness.

I didn’t say anything at the time ‘cos I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in front of you.

I wasn’t moody AND I WAS NOT A TYPICAL TEENAGER! I was thinking that you were not my Dad.

 

When Mum had you stay over at our house I thought she was desperate.

Your attempts to be funny at the breakfast table couldn’t hide your embarrassment. Or hers.

I didn’t laugh at your bad jokes ‘cos I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in front of you.

I wasn’t tired AND I WAS NOT A TYPICAL TEENAGER! I was thinking that you were not my Dad.

 

When Mum said you were moving in I thought you were a chancer.

Your attempts to explain that it was for the best showed your stupidness.

I didn’t express my real thoughts ‘cos I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in front of you.

I wasn’t sulking AND I WAS NOT A TYPICAL TEENAGER! I was thinking that you were not my Dad.

 

When Mum announced she was pregnant I thought she was well past it.

Your attempts to conceal your joy were as pitiful as hers.

I didn’t congratulate either of you ‘cos I didn’t want to show my hurt feelings in front of you.

I wasn’t selfish AND I WAS NOT A TYPICAL TEENAGER! I did not know what to think.

 

When Mum came home with Gracie Rose I thought she was beautiful.

Your attempts to help Mum with baths and changing nappies were really funny.

I didn’t embarrass you in front of Mum ‘cos I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

I wasn’t grown up and I was not a typical teenager. I did think you were my sister’s Dad.

 

When Mum was told she had cancer I thought she can’t die, it’s too cruel.

Your attempts to find her the very best treatment were brilliant.

I didn’t know what to do except cry on your shoulder and share your feelings.

I wasn’t an adult but I was growing up. I knew I could rely on you.

 

When Mum passed I thought that our lives had changed forever.

Your attempts to look after Gracie Rose and me without her must have been exhausting.

I didn’t know that you loved me, as you are not very good at showing your feelings.

I am older than my age, and you my friend, have helped me grow.

◄ Wildflowers

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LEON STOLGARD

Wed 14th Aug 2019 21:10

Definitely, no apology needed Robert, perhaps you prefaced those details in the audio which unfortunately and for whatever reason, I can't get to listen to? No probs.

But thank's for the clarification. Cheer's again my friend.

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Robert Mann

Wed 14th Aug 2019 20:26

Leon - Just to put the record straight, I said this piece was based 'loosely' on my experiences as a stepfather, so most of it is fictional. My wife is still very much alive and I've told her it is 'poetic licence' and not wishful thinking! Sorry for any misunderstanding.
Rob

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LEON STOLGARD

Wed 14th Aug 2019 20:21

how could anyone not be moved by this lovely poem Robert.
Good luck to you, bro and sis and may your mum rest in peace.

And that bit about bruv helping with nappies 😃

cheers mate.

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Robert Mann

Wed 14th Aug 2019 19:55

Mark/Keith - thanks fellas. Apologies for the audio - can't do my teenage girl impression any more!
Rob

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keith jeffries

Wed 14th Aug 2019 15:59

A beautiful acknowledgement of love with heart felt appreciation.
Thank you for this
Keith

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 14th Aug 2019 15:44

A touching rite of passage that conveys its message in a timeless
manner.

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