Blood Dad by Roy Moller

My blood dad took photos for the paper.
Before he took photos he had to hit Holland
with the Lincoln & Welland.
At 20 years old he was almost a dead man.

I’m the accidental son of a soldier who survived
a bad case of Bren gun carrier blow-up.
I’m the bastard son of a soldier who survived
no such thing

as post-traumatic stress disorder,
but bore the load of survivor’s guilt.
It hung round his neck like a ton of Leicas.
Dreams of his first assignment
would wake my blood dad screaming.

Roy Moller

Roy Moller’s poems have appeared in the likes of And Other Poems, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Paper & Ink and Nutshells & Nuggets. Born in Edinburgh and brought up in Leith, Roy lives in Dunbar. His debut collection Imports was published by Appletree Writers in 2014.

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