Poetry by Vicki Duncan

My Mum and Dad were separated before I was born. Dad would come and visit now and again . My dad had another family also which made it hard, His other family didn't like dad having much to do with us. It's hard growing up without a dad there all the time. My dad passed away, died of cancer. RIP DAD xxoo

One of my friends used to always drink and drive so I made this poem up to scare him ....