I have never being drunk, <br />is one of those men <br />that can drink beer, cider <br />and whiskey <br />while the legs of others fold <br />and still hold my own <br />comprehensibly <br />without changing my personality. <br /> <br />In the operating theatre I have <br />to get a second shot <br />to make me go unconscious <br />to give the doctors <br />a chance to do their work. <br /> <br />What made you see <br />your father becoming part of me, <br />what made you doubt <br />my integrity? <br /> <br />Was it in my poetry <br />that you found similar words appear <br />as the lines that he wrote? <br /> <br />Was it because I didn’t cry <br />when our relations came to an end <br />and was too shocked and stunned <br /> <br />or my believe that life goes on, <br />and that you are not the only one <br />in this great big world, <br /> <br />or talking privately in a different room <br />on my phone on my birthday <br />when you came to visit me, <br /> <br />or were you just made that way <br />never really to trust, <br />always to check up <br /> <br />even if it is to invade <br />the privacy of some one else?<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-made-you-see-your-father-becoming-part-of-me/
