Mother
Mother suffered most in the late night brawls.
We peeped through cracks in timber walls.
Plates smashed as in movies, with shouts galore.
Us caught up in the frenzy we could not ignore.
Mother suffered most at the hands of gin,
whiskey and brandy, how could she win?
Trying to smash bottles that had been hidden.
Suffering drunken blows that came unbidden.
Mother suffered most we can't deny, but
we children carry scars from those days gone by.
26/02/2018
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2018
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