Each Night Father Fills Me With Dread

Posted on 06/09/2012 by



by Edward GoreyGothic sketch of a man in a high-necked jacket sitting on the bed of a child with the sheet held up protectively around their chin. Text reads: Each night father fills me with dread /  When he sits on the foot of my bed; / I'd not mind that he speaks / In gibbers and squeaks, / But for seventeen years he's been dead.

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