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Look at me!!


He had come home drunk again
Late into the night.
My mother was half asleep
In the dim light.

Nothing new there, it’s our daily fare
We were quite used to it.
I’m eight , my sister is younger
By just a wee bit.

We have a kid brother
Who can barely walk now
When our mother goes out to work
He becomes our tail, in tow.

She had cooked rice and a little dal
We’d eaten,but we knew the drill
She’d always wait for him to come
And eat after he’d had his fill.

He was drunk again, last night
With a temper quick to rise.
Mother railed at him,”You drunkard!
I’m waiting for your demise.”

She wasn’t really, I know
She always did as he bid.
She just hated the alchohol bit
I’ve known that since I was a kid.

The money that went drown the drain
Instead of paying for the rent and rice
The beatings that she had to bear
That was the hefty price.

“How do I know they’re mine?”
He’d shove her to the bed.
Some things we understood.
Some things went over our heads.

Last night ,he came home drunk again
And I got in the way
He flung me against the wall
Before I could say “Hey!”

“What happened?”, you ask, concerned
“What is this bandage you sport?”
Ah! My father came home drunk again
And he was out of sorts.

 
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Posted by on August 16, 2012 in Community, Poetry

 

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