Trifecta Ninety-One


“An Apology”

I owned the stigma of your drunken face;
tried covering my brand as best I could.
Yet pride still filled my heart; I felt disgrace
and so I cautioned those who understood:
“Don’t come around when he is here, my friend,
for father is a fool with liquor pressed.
Defamed, when he’s around, I am his sin;
his awkward joke so slovenly addressed.”
My shame and fear; a teenager’s contempt
of him who should have been my strongest guide.
I strove to disconnect my love; exempt
you with a blatant disrespect; deride…
The storm is over, Daddy, now you’re gone
but oh! how I did love you; right or wrong.

Trifecta word is “Brand” (use the noun)
3a (1) : a mark made by burning with a hot iron to attest manufacture or quality or to designate ownership
(2) : a mark of disgrace : stigma <the brand of poverty> – See more at:

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4 Comments on “Trifecta Ninety-One”

  1. Draug419
    August 23, 2013 at 1:28 am #

    This reminds me of my own issues with my family. Powerful work.


  2. trifectawriting
    August 23, 2013 at 6:30 am #

    This is a powerful, heartbreaking piece. A child’s love for his/her parent is a force to be reckoned with. Reason doesn’t factor in until later. Thanks for linking up.


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