Hurray, hurray its father’s day,
Give a thought for those of us who don’t know who in the hell fathered them
A one night stand, a sperm bank, rape, or incest,
Some of us are not so lucky,
To know or have a father,
A father who don’t bother,
with me or my mother,
An absent father,
A father who caused me strife,
A father who was never there throughout
My entire life,
But if your father was a loving father,
And your memories you treasure,
A love you can’t measure,
I didn’t know or had a father,
So, all I can say, be proud, be happy be glad,
And be thankful that you have a dad. Dorothy Maude
Today is father’s day. All over the world children will be celebrating, giving cards and presents. It wasn’t like that in my day which is just as well as I didn’t have one to enjoy it with. I was raised by my grandfather most people who know my family will no doubt have seen Fred Henry as a violent man. I never had a conversation with him I would look on as he talked and laughed with my cousins. I was fifteen when I was taken into care by the Salvation Army. The vicar called to our house around 2 am to tell us that my grandmother my main carer had died. My lasting memory of my grandfather was he kept repeating over and over “oh my god Dolly has died and left Dotty with me”.I don’t have any recollection of what happened to me until the next morning. When I was taken to a safe home. I didn’t see him for almost 3 years by then he was a frail old man. I stood staring at him thinking to myself you destroyed my childhood. So father’s day to me means, no presents, no cards, just bad memories.