music floats under your closed door
loud music floats under your closed door
that’s when I realise your more than mad at me,
that’s when I realise you want to kick my chin
its a dads prerogative to be a catalyst.
down stairs I go to the kitchen cupboard
then amble back up the stairs as a condemned man,
a tap upon your closed bedroom door
with a bar of chocolate as an offering of peace.
the door yanks open and a dirty look peers out
and the bar is snatched from my shaky hand,
music still floats under your closed door
and I’m still a chocolate bar down.
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