Dad Is Drunk Again
He clamors from a distance
He then enters,rolling popping eyes,lips saggy,
He trys to get support from the feeble pillar sile,
He misses it,falls with a thud on mama's sufurias
His breath is full of whisky,
His new pants are already tattered,
His eyes are berry red with fury,volatile
His arms have some blood clots,mama wipes
There is silence in the hut,
There will be no supper today
There will be no sleep to dawn today,
There will be tear shed,may be blood shed,
He gains some strength,
He stands,with the support of my feeble shoulder,
He turns around,staggering,thumbs his chest,he clamors
He punches mama,my eyes are misty with tears,she's innocent
Mama is flat on the ground,
Mama's nose is bleeding,he doesn't notice,
Mama pushes him over,he lands on a piece of ugali,
Mama wipes my tears,a hefty punch lands on my back,
I abruptly wake from denser mastress,
I turn around,am in a hospital bed,aching
I see mama lying besides me,he is poignant
I see him,massage over mama's bruised body,
All is fine today
All hospital bills settled,with debts
All mama's bruises are healing so quick,
All is fine today,he's not home now,he'll come soon,
He appears from the horizon,he clamors
He then enters,rolling popping eyes,lips saggy
He trys to get support from the feeble pillar sile,
He misses it,falls with a thud on mama's sufurias...
Copyright © Carlos Kipkoech | Year Posted 2016
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